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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BIA
BIA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bianca Landrau
Bianca Landrau
Songwriter
Nico Ryna
Nico Ryna
Songwriter
Aidan Crotinger
Aidan Crotinger
Songwriter
Brice Sibomana
Brice Sibomana
Songwriter
Clayton Rogers
Clayton Rogers
Songwriter
Francis Bach Hoang Nguyen-Tran
Francis Bach Hoang Nguyen-Tran
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FrancisGotHeat
FrancisGotHeat
Producer
Nico Ryna
Nico Ryna
Producer
Simbo
Simbo
Producer
Dude Clayy
Dude Clayy
Producer
Enoch Harris
Enoch Harris
Recording Engineer
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Halfway
Halfway
Producer
Nico Diaz
Nico Diaz
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, okay Uh, okay Uh, okay Yeah If you gotta choose between me or the next bitch You better choose her (choose her) Bitches be fightin' over the same dick And won't argue 'bout who's first (yeah) I'll be the racks up off of that lick 'Cause I should be havin' me two birds I cut my friend off, she was a burden I had to tell her the truth hurts That's just the principle, baby I'm takin' bitches to class I'm startin' to feel like the principal, baby (yeah, yeah) I wouldn't give you a pass Their shit be lookin' so pitiful lately (damn) Bitches be down to their last, tryin' to buy a new ass I couldn't never do that Talk about goin' out sad, uh (damn) I can't fuck my friends on OnlyFans Bitch, that's some hoe shit (some hoe shit) Nigga cheat on me then I'm gon' pay to wipe his nose quick (facts) Bitches tryna sound like BIA, everybody knows it I got motion, get my pussy wet now every time I ghost him What do you call that? (Cash) This ain't no blog rap (uh) I'm a real rap bitch (uh) This not a podcast (yes) Say you don't like me (ooh) Pray we don't cross paths (bitch) Say it in all caps Bitch, you better fallback (that's right) Uh, I'm havin' no beef, these bitches won't say my name That's not in their destiny (that's not in their destiny) Tried to trick me out of my spot But I won't go and let 'em get the best of me (uh) I wouldn't feel you bitches even if I was on ecstasy (yeah) And I can tell he trickin' if he broke just by his tendencies (cash) It's obvious, baby Either you got it or not You should see what it been costin' me lately (facts) This shit could never be taught I do this in front of an audience, baby That's just another expense, with you I'm still on the fence I couldn't feel you at all, that's in the literal sense Damn, bitch, you so whack to me (whack to me) I can't stop this nigga runnin' back to me (I can't) Damn, hoe, you so whack to me (you so whack to me) It's like they build you bitches in a factory, okay So what do you call that? This ain't no blog rap (uh) I'm a real rap bitch (uh) This not a podcast (yeah) Say you don't like me (ooh) Pray we don't cross paths (bitch) Say it in all caps Bitch, you better fallback, uh (that's right, that's right) Damn, that's right, that's right Uh, bitch
Writer(s): Bianca Landrau, Aidan Crotinger, Brice Sibomana, Clayton Rogers, Bach Hoang Nguyen Tran, Nico Diaz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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