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Écouter Crown - EP par The-Dream
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
The-Dream
The-Dream
Programmation
Eddie Smith III
Eddie Smith III
Programmation
C."Tricky" Stewart
C."Tricky" Stewart
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Terius Nash
Terius Nash
Composition
C. Harris Jr
C. Harris Jr
Composition
Christopher Stewart
Christopher Stewart
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Godz of Analog
Godz of Analog
Production
Bart Schoudel
Bart Schoudel
Ingénierie
Alec Newell
Alec Newell
Ingénierie de prise de son
Terius Nash
Terius Nash
Production
Brendon Harding
Brendon Harding
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Jordan Lewis
Jordan Lewis
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Andrew Wuepper
Andrew Wuepper
Ingénierie de mixage
Josh Drucker
Josh Drucker
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
C."Tricky" Stewart
C."Tricky" Stewart
Production

Paroles

I just make her wyl out, wyl out She don't love you cause if she did She wouldn't be all on my phone right now like that's my dick Nigga she don't love you cause if she did She wouldn't be all in the club reppin' like she my bitch Nigga that's my shit, you can't stand it but that's my shit Don't need to be dramatic but that's my shit Let a nigga try to come behind me She met you while tryna find me Try to never mind me Ain't gotta remind me boy that's my shit [1: The-Dream You tryna make her wyl out, I just make 'em wyl out I put that pussy in your brain, you put that pussy in a drought I make 'em wanna stay, you just make 'em wanna leave She want me to put a ring on it, but you still wanna be seen We've been place that you'll never, ever, ever go I know shit about her that you'll never, ever, ever know I know how to push that button, trust me I'm just fuckin' And you gone say that you don't care but I know you give a fuck She don't love you cause if she did She wouldn't be all on my phone right now like that's my dick Nigga she don't love you cause if she did She wouldn't be all in the club reppin' like she my bitch Nigga that's my shit, you can't stand it but that's my shit Don't need to be dramatic but that's my shit Let a nigga try to come behind me She met you while tryna find me Try to never mind me Ain't gotta remind me boy that's my shit I call and she comin', you call, hit the button Love it when I shove it and I have it all in her stomach You the type to act "why you ain't call me or nothin'?" And I wouldn't have that bitch in the mall with me for nothin' You keep petty conversation We know two words, orgasm and penetration Bitch naw, ball to the wall, goin' all in Send her ass back to ya, hope you fall in Kick it with her ratchet friend, you too (?) to know Push it to the club and got 'em all in, scrub That anything that you would give one day To know the life a real nigga live one day Know what it like when niggas fuck with you for real for running yay And can still hit the streets and get a mil in one day She don't love you cause if she did She wouldn't be all on my phone right now like that's my dick Nigga she don't love you cause if she did She wouldn't be all in the club reppin' like she my bitch Nigga that's my shit, you can't stand it but that's my shit Don't need to be dramatic but that's my shit Let a nigga try to come behind me She met you while tryna find me Try to never mind me Ain't gotta remind me boy that's my shit
Writer(s): Christopher Stewart, Clifford Harris, Terius Nash Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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