Επερχόμενες συναυλίες – Tink
Συντελεστές
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tink
Vocals
Fabolous
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Ward
Songwriter
John David Jackson
Songwriter
Christopher Dotson
Songwriter
Trinity Laure'Ale Home
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Recording Engineer
Nigel The Engineer
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Woods
Producer
Ayo the Producer
Producer
Chrishan
Producer
Στίχοι
(Hitmaka)
(Sound)
If I had a dime, every time you said that you've changed
Boy, I wouldn't need you niggas for anything
I let all sink in
For a minute I'm drained (for a minute I'm drained)
How did I let this fuck nigga make me feel a way?
Damn
Who did you think you was?
On the scene with a bitch in my car
Swear you got juice because (yeah)
Tryin' me, boy, you tried too hard (hard)
Don't tell me you complete me (me)
No, you don't know how to read me
You just mad 'cause I caught you in 3D (three)
You in 3D, yeah
If I had a dime, every time you said that you've changed (change)
Boy, I wouldn't need you niggas for anything (thing)
I let all sink in (you don't need none of that)
For a minute I'm drained (for a minute I'm drained)
(Welcome to the upside)
How did I let this fuck nigga make me feel a way?
Tink, young OG
She like it on the upside where the up niggas be
She like that backshot, get her butt bigger D
She like niggas who travel, but in touch with the streets
She love to sneak off to an island like Puff and Caresh-
When he seen you with a boss, that shit cut niggas deep
He crazy for sleepin' on you, let that nut nigga sleep
A real nigga in the room, it's a much bigger suite
You know shawty gon' love it here 'cause it's fuck nigga free
She wasn't doin' that before, she a much bigger freak
She got some head that'll make you buy the clutch and the sneaks
He should pay it on the strength that goin' Dutch shit is weak
So, Tink tell 'em what to say when them fuck niggas speak
Here go
If I had a dime, every time you said that you've changed (change)
Boy, I wouldn't need you niggas for anything (anything)
I let all sink in
For a minute I'm drained (for a minute I'm drained)
How did I let this fuck nigga make me feel a way? (Damn)
Damn
Writer(s): Christian Ward, John David Jackson, Christopher Chrishan Dotson, Trinity Laure'ale Home
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