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Witchcraft
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toosii
Toosii
Vocals
Midlow
Midlow
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrence Bryant
Terrence Bryant
Songwriter
Naujour Grainger
Naujour Grainger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toosii
Toosii
Engineer
Midlow
Midlow
Producer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

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Hell ya talking 'bout, nigga? (Midlow) Witchcraft got me stuck in your love I was countin' up hunnids and dubs Dead body, put me right in the tub Felt your love, you was fucking me up Rags I came from rags to riches, now I got a bag I need love, don't leave me sad I need love, don't leave me sad I bought you attire, you do me like tires and leave me slashed Gold digger, only thing you wanted was my cash, yeah You so trash I put you in first place just for you to put me in last Even when I was broke, would've gave you everything that I had Got out my feelings, I took the blame е'rytime we clashеd You so trash Witchcraft got me stuck in your love While I was counting up hunnids and hunnids Blue faces, know I got an abundance Felt your love, you won't telling me nothing VVs, would've bought you diamonds You feel pain, don't hide it I ain't the same, I'm grinding Would've stayed the same if we, oh Stayed together, I got bags now and I'm rich I wanted your love but instead you treat me like shit I bought you piss-gold diamonds, you left me pissed I ain't make time 'cause I spent enough on my wrist Oh, I been working on the inside And you still ain't let me inside That's the reason why your wrist dry Witchcraft got me stuck in your love I was counting up hunnids and dubs Dead body, put me right in the tub Felt your love, you was fucking me up Rags I came from rags to riches, now I got a bag I need love, don't leave me sad I need love, don't leave me sad I bought you attire, you do me like tires and leave me slashed Gold digger, only thing you wanted was my cash, yeah You so trash I put you in first place just for you to put me in last Even when I was broke, would've gave you everything that I had Got out my feelings, I took the blame e'rytime we clashed You so trash Tragic You work my mind like a nine to five, no magic Even when they tried to tell me, my girl was a savage I told her, "Me too," guess we both gon' be a savage Now I live lavish alone without you Oh, now I'm at home without you, yeah I don't feel at home without you, yeah It's something 'bout you, it's something 'bout you, oh Thug nigga, I be with the drug dealer killers I felt your love on my realer I felt yours wasn't real enough Witchcraft got me stuck in your love I was counting up hunnids and dubs Dead body, put me right in the tub Felt your love, you was fucking me up Rags I came from rags to riches, now I got a bag I need love, don't leave me sad I need love, don't leave me sad I bought you attire, you do me like tires and leave me slashed Gold digger, only thing you wanted was my cash, yeah You so trash I put you in first place just for you to put me in last Even when I was broke, would've gave you everything that I had Got out my feelings, I took the blame e'rytime we clashed You so trash
Writer(s): Naujour Lazier Grainger, Terrence Bryant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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