Musikvideo
Musikvideo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Badgirl$
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billi
Composer
Bubz
Composer
Cooks
Composer
Pearse MacIntyre
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Measure For Measure
Producer
Barney Lister
Assistant Producer
Chris Allen
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer
Songtexte
'Sup Stella? Thought I want some new shit
Tryna set up, think I need a new bitch
Four letters in the bed, I'm adjustin'
Yeah, thinkin' 'bout gettin' in the moshpit
Left cigarette stains on my coffin, ah
Well, I can see my friends and they laughin', yeah
Never comin' back, yeah, I promise
She said, "Till the day come, we can mob shit"
And I don't even know you like that
But I know you make me feel less
It's the way you talk that sweet talk
It's the way you take off your dress
I don't even know you like that
But I know you make me feel less
It's the way you talk that sweet talk
It's the way you take off your dress
Yeah, all these dreams and make-believe
Where you be at 17?
Fairy tales and fantasies
Your momma has been overseas
Stella bought a new dress
It costs more than a jet-lag, yeah
Yeah, Stella bought a new dress (Whoa)
It costs more than a new bag, yeah
And I don't even know you like that
But I know you make me feel less
It's the way you talk that sweet talk
It's the way you take off your dress
I don't even know you like that
But I know you make me feel less
It's the way you talk that sweet talk
It's the way you take off your dress
'Sup Stella? Thought I want some new shit
Tryna set up, think I need a new bitch
Four letters in the bed, I'm adjustin'
Yeah, thinkin' 'bout gettin' in the moshpit
Left cigarette stains on my coffin, ah
I can see my friends and they laughin', yeah
Never comin' back, yeah, I promise
She said, "Till the day come, we can mob shit"
And I don't even know you like that
('Sup Stella? Thought I want some new shit)
But I know you make me feel less
(Tryna set up, think I need a new bitch)
It's the way you talk that sweet talk
(Four letters in the bed, I'm adjustin')
It's the way you take off your dress
(Yeah, thinkin' 'bout gettin' in the moshpit)
I don't even know you like that
(Left cigarette stains on my coffin, ah)
But I know you make me feel less
(I can see my friends and they laughin', yeah)
It's the way you talk that sweet talk
(Never comin' back, yeah, I promise)
It's the way you take off your dress
(She said, "Till the day come, we can mob shit")
Ah
Written by: Billi, Bubz, Cooks, Pearse MacIntyre
