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INTERPRÉTATION
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Chant
Young Thug
Young Thug
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Paroles/Composition
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Paroles/Composition
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Paroles/Composition
Nija Charles
Nija Charles
Paroles/Composition
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
T-Minus
T-Minus
Production
A ‘Bainz’ Bains
Ingénierie de mixage
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Ingénierie de mixage
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Ingénierie de mixage
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

You good, T-Minus? When I try to walk away, it's like I ain't try When I try to walk away, seems like I ain't try (Oh, na-na-na-na) Seems like I ain't try (Ain't even try, oh man) You made me do it a thousand times Yeah, you done me (Oh) Lovin' can hurt, but you patch up, baby (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Call me walkie-talkie, patched up, baby (Oh-oh) I wanna know is it flirtin' when you back up, baby? (I wanna know is that when you back up?) Oh, slimy down in 7 Up, baby (Oh, oh, oh) If everything about you is a lie Then I just wanna be disguised, oh And if what they said was true and you was lyin' Darlin', didn't I tell you that I'm in love with speakers now? (Woah, woah) Stay away from no one, know I need privacy, yeah Didn't your mama teach you way back in the day Not to try and play hide and seek? Yeah Gettin' bread for the longest Now niggas tell you how to make a mil' in a week, yeah (Oh-oh-oh) Real rockstars, I can show you how to get higher than me, yeah (Oh) Spent a half a mil', on God, oh, yeah, yeah (Oh-oh) She's a diva and she got a head full of hair Eyes blend with the sea, yeah I'll never talk bad about her I'd rather pray with her on my knees, yeah Upgrade her dental, on GP, it cost a bird Watch her constantly tell me she don't need it (Baby, I'ma get it) (Baby, it's just) Baby, I love you Baby, wanna find you Maybe if I say this Long hair, don't care Fuckin' under covers Crazy, know I'll burst I'll cover you like covers Versace that is, mind your biz I keep some foreign shit in the bunk, bae (Oh-woah-woah) I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby And I tell you somethin' good I had blood on me, but I didn't give up, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh) I can handle it by myself, don't interrupt, baby (Ooh) New brights at night, I don't even drive, yeah What a bad bitch gon' do for a new watch? Yeah-yeah She can't feel my pain, ask me, "Do it hurt?" Yeah-yeah Before you fuck me over, I'ma do it first (Bitch, I'm ahead of the curve) Why leave open my safe? Break the links off my chest Cryin', she complainin', yeah You know it's gang shit, yeah Know these all baby worth Enemies and the fiends get served Say grace, bow your head Baby, I'm a god, amen Baby, it's just Baby, I love you (Oh) Baby, wanna find you Maybe if I say this (Say this, baby) Long hair, don't care Fuckin' under covers (Ooh) Crazy, know I'll burst (Yeah) I'll cover you like covers (Oh, you, woah) Versace that is, mind your biz I keep some foreign shit in the bunk bae (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) I can kill 'em, but, ma, don't get out the truck, baby (Yeah) And I tell you somethin' good I had blood on me, but I didn't give up, baby (Oh-oh, oh-oh) I can handle it by myself, don't interrupt, baby (Ooh, oh)
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Tyler Williams, Nija Aisha Alayja Charles, Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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