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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Vocals
Teezo Touchdown
Teezo Touchdown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Darryl Clemons
Darryl Clemons
Songwriter
Kevin Andre Price
Kevin Andre Price
Songwriter
Thomas Lumpkins
Thomas Lumpkins
Songwriter
Mathias Liyew
Mathias Liyew
Songwriter
Aaron Lashane Thomas
Aaron Lashane Thomas
Songwriter
brensean winston
brensean winston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pooh Beatz
Pooh Beatz
Producer
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Producer
Tommy Parker
Tommy Parker
Producer
Ambezza
Ambezza
Producer
Rian Lewis
Rian Lewis
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Neil Engle
Neil Engle
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Boy, we way too grown for this shit (mm) Boy, we way too grown for this shit (yeah) I ain't havin' it (no), oh, you mad again ('gain) Don't you make me put you on the couch again ('gain) Don't you make me kick you out the house again (again, again) On your a–, I did have to get masculine (I did) I ain't havin' it (no), oh, you mad again (yeah) Don't you make me put you on the couch again (I did) Don't you make me kick you out the house again (again, again) On your a–, I did have to get masculine (I did) Oh Boy, we (boy, we) way too grown (too grown) For this shit (for this), yeah (for this) I gave you a heart that you can't keep (keep) You gave me the dick, then gave the dick without the D (D) If I had one wish, it'd be to practice what I preach (yeah) If I had one wish, it'd be to keep this off IG (G) Why you always dippin' into business about me? (Me) Why you always wish I could be bitches I won't be? (Be) Everybody doin' you so wrong and you a victim Everybody doin' you like dances up on TikTok Maybe, it's the dude in you that make you act so vicious I don't need to prove to you that I am with my bitches (no, no) We both really deadin' it, it's sleepin' with the fishes Let's rewrite our story 'cause I ain't that good with fiction (mmm, yeah) Boy, we (boy, we) way too grown (way too grown) For this shit (for this shit, oh) Boy, we (boy, we) way too grown (too grown) For this shit (for this shit) Look at me, I'm packing my stuff, I'm 'bout to leave We breakin' up, you mean it this time, okay, so do I Make sure I sweep, I don't wanna leave my charger and keys My favorite cup, okay, enough to keep it G I'm not that tough, I need your love, I need your touch I need your time, I need your feet cuddlin' mine (honey, I need) I need your feet cuddlin' mine (man, I keep it G) Baby, can I be real with ya? I'm comin' to you man to man (baby, can I be real with ya?) Hopin' that you'll understand (baby, can I be real with ya?) I'm not perfect, I'ma make mistakes I'll do anything if you stay Boy, we way too grown for this shit (mm) Boy, we way too grown for this shit
Writer(s): Kevin Andre Price, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Amala Ratna Dlamini, Aaron Lashane Thomas, Thomas Wesily Lumpkins, Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Brensean Winston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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