Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jidenna
Jidenna
Vocals
Anne Desrosiers
Anne Desrosiers
Vocals
Jerren "J Kits" Spruill
Jerren "J Kits" Spruill
Programming
Nana Kwabena
Nana Kwabena
Programming
Steve "Rhythm " Clarke
Steve "Rhythm " Clarke
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jidenna
Jidenna
Composer
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Composer
Jerren "J Kits" Spruill
Jerren "J Kits" Spruill
Composer
Steve "Rhythm " Clarke
Steve "Rhythm " Clarke
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jidenna
Jidenna
Recording Engineer
Nana Kwabena
Nana Kwabena
Recording Engineer
Jkits
Jkits
Producer
Steve Rhythm
Steve Rhythm
Producer
Rafa Pereira
Rafa Pereira
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Marco, Polo
See you were supposed to be the polo to my Marco
But I'm starting to think you're not coming, my ****
Where the fuck you at
I texted, I face-timed, I hit up Nena
You got me hitting other people like, yo where you at?
I been waiting at Maputo for fourteen, fourteen motherfuckin' hours
[Verse 2]
Catose
Like, you got me missing Afropunk
I woulda flew out the day after Afropunk
Got me missing Solange, really? Solange?
Like a seat at the table
You got me not at the table 'cause you not here right now
[Verse 3]
Wap kon George
Koun yea, wap kon George, koun yea
Paske koun yea wap ese femn tun'e ou lot moun koun yea
Polo your ass back on this voicemail, bitch
Love you though
[Verse 4]
With a snapback and a suit on like its draft day
Draft day, draft day
She said when I get home it's like bubble bath day
Bath day, bath day
Already broke a glass of the champagne
Champagne, champagne
Is it plantain, platanos or plantain?
[Verse 5]
She ready for the week end
We goin' Mozambican
Black passports, we ain't taking meetings
Don't gotta lotta life for a lotta words
And when they call her (Bitch)
Is when i'm proud of hers
[Verse 6]
Chiefy, chiefy, chiefa, now i vape my reefer
That shit be too loud, shit could blow a speaker
Chiefy, chiefy, chiefa, that's my queen of sheisha
She my smokahontas, but they just call her diva
[Verse 7]
Move into the light, into the starlight
Everybody likes it in the starlight
She used to love a life of many bar fights
And dress in all wight like madam Albright
[Verse 8]
Decibels, decibels
Smoke loud, move loud, too proud
They tell her pipe it down, but she made
Decibels, decibels
Smoke loud, move loud, too proud
[Verse 9]
Soap suds cover up that Nefertiti
Nefertiti, Nefertiti
Aphrodisiac and she my Aphrodite
Aphrodite, Aphrodite
Voodoo lady give 'em **** heebie jeebies
Heebie jeebies
Heebie jeebies
Wicked witches freakin' in my teepee teepee
Teepee, teepee, teepee, teepee
[Verse 10]
Uh, fuckin' with the wrong, with the wrong ****
You can' work a con with no confidence
Make my money long, fuck 'em small digits
Too bust grabbing your balls to ball with us
I don't just wan this for myself like
I'll merge with ya if a **** nice
Look at how Allah made the sky
Big enough for all the birds to fly
[Verse 11]
Yeah
But fuck a breadcrumb bitch
Suit bespoke and i ain't said shit
We living life out loud
She piped up when they tell her pipe down
[Verse 12]
Decibels, decibels
Smoke loud, move loud, too proud
They tell her pipe it down but she made
Decibels, decibels
Smoke loud, move loud, too proud
They tell her pipe it down but she made
Decibels, decibels
Written by: Jerren "J Kits" Spruill, Jideena Mobisson, Jidenna, Nana Kwabena Tuffuor, Steve "Rhythm " Clarke
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