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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
Vory
Vory
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Isom Brandon Stewart
Isom Brandon Stewart
Songwriter
Tavoris Hollins, Jr.
Tavoris Hollins, Jr.
Songwriter
Mariah Carey
Mariah Carey
Songwriter
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Songwriter
Bryan-Michael Cox
Bryan-Michael Cox
Songwriter
Johnta Austin
Johnta Austin
Songwriter
Stuart Lowery
Stuart Lowery
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Recording Engineer
Dope Boi
Dope Boi
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Epik Pro
Epik Pro
Producer

Lyrics

Don't, don't play with her, don't be dishonest (ayy) Still not understandin' this logic (ayy) I'm back, and I'm better (and I'm better) I want you bad as ever Don't let me just let up I wanna give you better Baby, it's whatever Somebody gotta step up Girl, I'm that somebody, so I'm next up Be damned if I let him catch up It's easy to see that you're fed up I am on a whole 'nother level Girl, he only - you over 'cause you let him Girl, I guess he didn't know any better Girl, that man didn't show any effort Do all I can just to show you you're special Certain it's your love that holds me together Lately you say he been killin' the vibe Gotta be sick of this guy Pull up, skrr, get in the ride Left hand is steerin' the other is grippin' your thigh Light up a spliff and get high Shawty, you deserve what you've been missin' Lookin' at you, I'm thinkin' he must be trippin' Play this song for him, tell him, "Just listen" Don't (play this song for him) Don't Girl, said he keeps on playin' games And his lovin' ain't the same I don't know what to say, but What a shame If you were mine, you would not get the same If you were mine, you would top everything Suicide in the drop switchin' lanes And that thing so fire, baby, no propane Got good -, girl, can I be frank? (Oh, baby) To keep it one hundred, girl, I ain't no saint But he the only reason that I'm feelin' this way Givin' you the world, baby, when you get space Pen game get me laid, baby, that's penetrate Oh, baby Don't (play this song for him) (ayy) H-Town got a - so throwed Pour up, we can party some more Yeah, got this drank in my cup Got a young - feelin' so throwed Spit fire in a world so cold Young money got a - feelin' old Spit fire in a world so cold H-Town got me feelin' so throwed H-Town got me feelin' so throwed Ride paint and we sip 'til we fold H-Town got me feelin' so throwed Spit fire in a world so cold H-Town got a - so throwed (play this song for him) Don't
Writer(s): Mariah Carey, Jermaine Dupri, Tavoris Hollins Jr., Isom Brandon Stewart, Bryan Michael Paul Cox, Johnta M. Austin, Bryson Dujuan Tiller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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