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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Vocals
John Mayer
John Mayer
Guitar
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Keyboards
Angel "BabeTruth" Lopez
Angel "BabeTruth" Lopez
Programming
Bell Biv DeVoe
Bell Biv DeVoe
Sampled Artist
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elliott Straite
Elliott Straite
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Producer
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Producer
John Mayer
John Mayer
Producer
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Producer
Christopher James Knoll
Christopher James Knoll
Assistant Engineer
Angel "BabeTruth" Lopez
Angel "BabeTruth" Lopez
Producer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Producer
Nemo Achida
Nemo Achida
Producer
Nik D
Nik D
Producer
Nickie Jon Pabón
Nickie Jon Pabón
Recording Engineer
Oz
Oz
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Leon Thomas
Leon Thomas
Producer

Lyrics

Can you decide? Can you decide? Oh-oh-oh New music Listen to 'em, but you never trust 'em Entertain 'em, but you never fuck 'em You went and got that wax for nothin' Enjoyin' the attention, but don't need a husband But maybe someone It's been too many nights since you had a fun one You got a comfort zone you tryna run from They call you quiet, but they don't know where you come from Oh, oh, oh, you got so much poise In a room full of people makin' so much noise I wanna bring you 'round my boys, I wanna listen to your voice I wanna treat you to some things that you'd enjoy Don't be anxious, I got you Yeah, they fine, but they not you You a catch and I caught you I wanna pull up and flaunt you and take some pics for Getty Images I like all your beauty marks and blemishes Girl, you're poison, poison, poison, poison But the good kind It's crazy how you're on my mind Kind of crazy how you're on my mind Girl, you're poison, poison, poison, poison But the good kind It's crazy how you're on my mind Kind of crazy how you're on my mind That girl is poison, poisonous, cyanide, arsenic Shawty sick, shawty on fire, I'm the arsonist I might have to jack your bitch 'cause I be on my Harlow shit Styrofoam cup, stackin' 'em, inside, I put the poison in Poison, feel like I been poisoned I'm still on my shit, but that lil' dude you with a toilet Tunechi bitch, I'm gnarly Girl, you could pick your poison like fruit up in the garden I'm Ewing in the Garden, that girl is poison Po-po-po-po-po— Ass clappin' like blooka-blooka-blooka-blooka-blook Yeah, I eat so much shrimp, I got iodine poisoning She eat so much dick, she say, "Slime, I'm starvin" I'm a feast, dessert, and dinner Told her I'ma make her skeet and squirt that venom Got some Scarlett Johansson, whip it to a black widow Lil Tune', I been immune to these hoes I'm vaxxed, nigga, stop playin' Girl, you're poison, poison, poison, poison But the good kind It's crazy how you're on my mind Kind of crazy how you're on my mind Girl, you're poison, poison, poison, poison But the good kind It's crazy how you're on my mind Kind of crazy how you're on my mind You can hardly fit them denims Back pockets gon' bust open if you put somethin' in 'em Older women see that body and that shit offend 'em Ice in my veins, but you just added some venom What's the point of slowin' down? We got momentum You had a man that had a plan, but he ain't have it in him My homie said he fucks with your big sis, I'm tryna twin 'em The opps want an olive branch, but we don't extend 'em Now we ain't got shit to give 'em Okay, I found my rhythm They be like, "Jack go get 'em," okay, I'm 'bout to get 'em My haters keep on talkin', but these lyrics gon' outlive 'em I need MTV Cribs back Gotta bring 'em to my city just to show 'em how I'm livin' And you the type of girl I wanna bring to Thanksgiving But that's a given, that's a given
Writer(s): Elliot T. Straite, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, Nathan Harry Ii Ward, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Jasper Lee Harris, Nik Frascona, Ozan Yildirim, Leon Thomas, Douglas John Ford, Paul D. Beauregard, Jose Velazquez, Jordan Michael Houston, Ryan Vojtesak, Tyree Cinque Simmons, John Clayton Mayer, Bernard James Freeman, Chad L. Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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