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PERFORMING ARTISTS
J.I the Prince of N.Y
J.I the Prince of N.Y
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Irvin Rivera
Justin Irvin Rivera
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Almighty Nate
Almighty Nate
Producer
Nene
Nene
Producer

Lyrics

(Haha, Nene) She blowin' up my phone sayin' it's over now She movin' like she found somebody else to hold her down I keep a Rollie on my wrist like I don't know the time My back is what the fuck they tryna go behind So I'm shittin' on these bitches if they stall on me And then they go takin' months to put it all on me I extend my hands to let you fall on me With that slick shit you be pullin', they gon' fall with me, oh no (On me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me) (And I remember when I used to let you put it on me) What is this? Numbers in ya pocket I remember when you used to give me sloppy-toppy That's your nickname, girl, 'cause your tongue game off the chain (yeah) And by the way, she used to swallow it Before you last a day inside these kicks, you gotta polish 'em I could make you wet, but I can't make no promises 40,000 dollars on my wrist to see what time it is When you was fucked up, who you called on? When you slipped up, who you fall on? On me, on me, on me, on me, on me (yeah) The hatred is premeditated, and it comes from familiar faces And I don't wanna go there But there is where I gotta fuckin' take it (let me talk my-) These niggas I be sellin' 'em Don't know where they comin' from Who the fuck is you? Not somebody I was runnin' from A crazy ass little motherfucker, yeah, I'm one of 'em Real niggas on your block, I can't name one of 'em So I'm shittin' on these bitches if they stall on me And then they go takin' months to put it all on me I extend my hands to let you fall on me With that slick shit you be pullin', they gon' fall with me, oh no (On me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me) (And I remember when I used to let you put it on me) Talk to me nasty shawty, I heard you the dirtiest Give a fuck about that peace when we disturbin' it I make her give up what I want like it's a burglary Might fuck around, put a price tag on that pussy then purchase it I'll fuck around and put a tracker up on your hog 'cause you might vanish on me 'Cause every time I give my trust all, they just advantage of me I think it's time for isolation since they plannin' on me Since thick thighs save lives, you should come and plant 'em on me, ohh And the only way I'm tryna move is love So let me creep up from behind and snatch your soul And I'm living my best life, don't ask about my sex life Just go and get the wet wipes 'cause girl you gotta go And I don't go outside unless the sun don't shine Shoulda known Diane was dirty 'cause that son ain't mine Before I even talk, I let my gun say lines I'm fully loaded now, it's best to say it's over now So I'm shittin' on these bitches if they stall on me And then they go takin' months to put it all on me I extend my hands to let you fall on me With that slick shit you be pullin', they gon' fall with me, oh no (On me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me) (And I remember when I used to let you put it on me)
Writer(s): Sylvia Robinson, Melvin Glover, Michael Keith, Marvin Scandrick, Daron Jones, Quinnes Parker, Justin Irvin Rivera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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