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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DreamDoll
DreamDoll
Vocals
Capella Grey
Capella Grey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DreamDoll
DreamDoll
Songwriter
Cynthia Loving
Cynthia Loving
Songwriter
John Jackson
John Jackson
Songwriter
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Songwriter
Spades Saratoga
Spades Saratoga
Songwriter
Tabatha Robinson
Tabatha Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Scott Berger-Felder
Scott Berger-Felder
Mixing Engineer
Dizzy Banko
Dizzy Banko
Producer
Triple A
Triple A
Producer
Jorge Ace Taveras
Jorge Ace Taveras
Recording Engineer
Omar Grand
Omar Grand
Producer

Lyrics

Omar the great Triple A Dizzy, you violated Uh, we ain't even gonna speak about it I've seen it all, ma, you know my body (you know my body) You know my body, yeah, yeah (you know my body, yeah) Heard it all before (uh) So I just gotta make sure, you know my body (you know my body) You know my body, yeah, yeah (uh, you know my body, yeah) If you heard what the F I did (woo) Then you would understand why my pockets gettin' bed-stuy big (big) What my ex didn't do then the next guy did (mm) 'Cause I don't even stick around if the sex not lit (uh-uh) I admit that I like you or whatever (woo) That's why you got a check on me like I was a Nike or whatever My phone don't ring, it's curtains For you and that bitch, so make sure that the shit is worth it (mm) And I don't even got to trip, I got to cover him if he wildin' (woo) I work way too hard for these Birkins in my closet It's Dream, bitch, don't you ever forget I'm really gon' to give you something that you'll never forget, uh Uh, we ain't even gonna speak about it I've seen it all, ma, you know my body (you know my body) You know my body, yeah, yeah (you know my body, yeah) Heard it all before (uh) So I just gotta make sure, you know my body (you know my body) You know my body, yeah, yeah (you know my body, yeah) Uh, I hate when I get out of line or step out of pocket Like when I'm pissed off I throw your shit out my closet If a nigga play me then a nigga done up 'Cause everyday a new bitch tryna get the one up I know all the tricks, I know all the games I got all the facts, I think y'all all the same But hold up (uh-huh) I need a nigga who's gone always show up (woo) A nigga just like my money, he gon' never fold up (uh-huh) 'Cause I'm too much of a bad bitch to fuck with a loser I pulled up in a Lamb' he pulled up in a Uber (skrr) See the Dream on the block or I'm up in Aruba (uh) If a nigga gotta pick, then nigga go choose her Uh, we ain't even gonna speak about it I've seen it all, ma, you know my body (you know my body) You know my body, yeah, yeah (you know my body, yeah) Heard it all before (uh) So I just gotta make sure, you know my body (you know my body) You know my body, yeah, yeah (you know my body, yeah) She just wanna freak with me, OG In a city where nobody gonna pree, uh She don't wanna party, she just wanna stay the night And make love all night
Writer(s): John David Jackson, Cynthia Loving, Justin Gregory Smith, Javaan Durrell Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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