Crédits
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Marcos J. Flores
Paroles/Composition
Cade Buscher
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Marvin Truong
Paroles/Composition
Paroles
Yeah we back up in this bitch look
Don't know how to act up in this bitch look
22 Cade up in this bitch too
Aye fuck you
Let's go
Summer time in the middle of the night, when the liquor got you right, you was hittin up my face time
Now ya main thang went and did you wrong, so you throwin on my song and you askin to get made mine
Woah stop it, I ain't really tryna fuck with that
Girl you made decisions now you steady tryna double back
And it's cold how he hit it and he go baby I been on a roll we ain't goin to no pumpkin patch
Fitted in some vintage and come kicks to come correct
I got money in my pocket I been fuckin up a check
Got some gold up on my neck, I been hoein for the summer
I told shordy hit my number if you ever need some comfort
But I'm prowlin, soundin steez up on a thousand
Dick to get you howlin and you said that you was doubtin
I get to arousin and with you the shit don't take time
Then you see my rhythm in my lyrics and my waste line
FaceTimes to me on them hot and sticky nights
You tell me to come outside and I dealin with you light
I ain't givin you a fight, but you lookin kinda puzzled
You just hit me when you wet and he been puttin in some hustle
So you leave me, leaves be, turning certain red
You discover he a creep, another person in his bed
That's disturbing and you fed, so you hit your second choice
But I promise that "I love you" isn't coming out my voice
No
Summer time in the middle of the night, when the liquor got you right, you was hittin up my FaceTime
Now ya main thang went and did you wrong, so you throwin on my song and you askin to get made mine
Woah stop it, I ain't really tryna fuck with that
Girl you made decisions now you steady tryna double back
And it's cold how he hit it and he go baby I been on a roll we ain't goin to no pumpkin patch
Tryna tell me what you feel right now
Tryna tell me that it's real right now
Baby no it ain't
Tryna tell me what's yo plan right now
You ain't posted with ya man right now
That was no mistake
And you hit me cause you bored right now
If I pull up make you sore pipe down
But you know I can't
You a big girl stand by yo decision
Cause I said from the beginning tryna wife you ain't the mission
No
No
I'm in Oakland, smokin
Thickie on my line while I'm chokin on some potent
Drink I had approachin, then I feel some vibrate
You sent me a text said yo pussy needs to hydrate
I wait, 5 minutes hit me with the triple text
You say that you miss the days when I would never give you stress
And I'm on another coast up in the town
And you ask why I ain't down why I never come around
Look
Summer time in the middle of the night, when the liquor got you right, you was hittin up my face time
Now ya main thang went and did you wrong, so you throwin on my song and you askin to get made mine
Woah stop it, I ain't really tryna fuck with that
Girl you made decisions now you steady tryna double back
And it's cold how he hit it and he go baby I been on a roll we ain't goin to no pumpkin patch
Writer(s): Marcos Flores
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