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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ari Lennox
Ari Lennox
Vocals
Buddy
Buddy
Vocals
Smino
Smino
Vocals
Mez
Mez
Vocals
Guapdad 4000
Guapdad 4000
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Courtney Salter
Courtney Salter
Songwriter
Ahmanti Booker
Ahmanti Booker
Songwriter
John Welch
John Welch
Songwriter
Akeem Hayes
Akeem Hayes
Songwriter
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Morris Ricks II
Morris Ricks II
Songwriter
Simmie Sims III
Simmie Sims III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
monte booker
monte booker
Producer
Christo
Christo
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

Mm-mm Mm-mm-mm You know I love you, baby (Yeah) But I just don't trust you (No, no, no) Before I fuck you, baby (Ooh) There's one thing that I must do 'Cause I know how you get down Once we're finished and I'm fast asleep (Ooh, ooh) You gon' go through my phone (Mm-mm-mm) If that shit ever happens to me (Ooh, oh, Lord) I don't know what I'd do My head might spin around (Oh, no) Ooh, damn, that's cold Throw my phone, you write back too long Left my print on you, I'm changin' my passcode Yep, yep, yep, my passcode Yep, yep, yep, my passcode Yep, yep, yep, my passcode You knew my passcode in the past That sure wouldn't last Hell to the nah, you heartbroke in a cast Can't heal that too fast (Damn I'm sorry) I said that it would be the last time But it wouldn't be the last time You caught me lookin' at some ass (You knew you was gon' do that shit again, nigga, I did the same shit) Then you got suspicious, didn't you? I'm just friendly, your friends knew And they threw in the windows You threw my shit out the windows Said fuck me and my Nintendo That's a PlayStation by the way, bitch But I'ma miss you Felt that deep in my tissue You were someone I vent to All this shit we been through? Really? Talk is cold, we past cold Let's communicate, assholes (Like you communicated your dick in that bitch? Mmm) Yeah, now that's cold Body too cold to be thinkin' 'bout you, baby Your insecurities ain't got shit to do with me (Mmm) My mentality opened like an Atlanta QuikTrip My love switched the hell up like a Sour Patch Kid I'm too grown, baby, I'm on Thinkin' 'bout watchin' a little Goosebumps Jameson cozy, you being aggy My nigga just tryna finish season one Wish I cared enough (Ayy, yeah) I got bills to pay, songs to write, and other niggas to fuck (Ayy) If I'm doubtin', baby, it must be true You ain't Charlie, baby, and my name ain't Snoop I ain't Inspector Gadget in no gray suit I could give a fuck less what you do, ooh, ooh Ha, ayy, so check this out real quick Now you know I got dick for you But more importantly, I got time after "dick for you" But I want to make sure that time is spent For surely and not insecurely, you feel me? So stop going through a nigga phone Because, ayy, I believe in manifestation, right? And if you think you finna find something in that motherfucker Then guess what the fuck you finna find
Writer(s): Juro Davis, John Welch, Simmie Sims, Courtney Shanade Salter, Christopher Smith, Monte Booker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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