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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amelia Moore
Amelia Moore
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amelia Moore
Amelia Moore
Songwriter
Blaise Railey
Blaise Railey
Songwriter
Blake Straus
Blake Straus
Songwriter
jackson lee morgan
jackson lee morgan
Songwriter
Kyle Buckley
Kyle Buckley
Songwriter
Charles Roberts Nelsen
Charles Roberts Nelsen
Songwriter
Patrick Michael Smith
Patrick Michael Smith
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blake Straus
Blake Straus
Producer
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Nate Mingo
Nate Mingo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Pink Slip
Pink Slip
Producer
inverness
inverness
Producer

Songtexte

Oh, no, no, no, girl, don't fuck with him We both know exactly how it ends Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again Back to him, back to him, no How many times I gotta tell you? If he wanted to he would show face And you know I been there too Fucking 'round with old news Fucking 'round with old dudes Never judge you, baby If he ain't got the money for a bed frame He's too broke to take up any headspace And you can't trust no man who skipping leg day Drop that dead weight To you, it's something real, to him, it's physical He's so predictable, he's so predictable You tell him how you feel (how you feel), he goes invisible (you gotta) You gotta show this dick that you've become undickable, no Oh, no, no, no, girl, don't fuck with him We both know exactly how it ends Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again Back to him, back to him, no Baby, baby girl, give me the phone (baby, baby) You know you should leave his ass alone, oh Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again Back to him, oh no, no, back to him, oh (Timbo) We too close, I know your type Promise me, no more Geminis, stars did not align All that for a business major right Fuckboys are your Kryptonite And this one is true to the recipe You gotta switch up the recipe Honestly, shit is depressing me, no If he ain't got the money for a bed frame (no) He's too broke to take up any headspace And you can't trust no man who skipping leg day Drop that dead weight To you, it's something real, to him, it's physical He's so predictable, he's so predictable (oh, yeah) You tell him how you feel (how you feel), he goes invisible (you gotta) You gotta show this dick that you've become undickable, no (Hey, babe) Oh, no, no, no, girl, don't fuck with him (no) We both know exactly how it ends Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again (hey, babe) Back to him, back to him, no (no) Baby, baby girl, give me the phone (no) You know you should leave his ass alone Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again (hey, babe) Back to him, oh no, no, back to him, oh
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Blaise Railey, Kyle Buckley, Jackson Lee Morgan, Charles Roberts Nelsen, Blake Straus, Amelia Moore, Jque Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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