Clip vidéo

Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
DaBaby
DaBaby
Chant
Megan Thee Stallion
Megan Thee Stallion
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Daniel Levin
Daniel Levin
Paroles/Composition
David Doman
David Doman
Paroles/Composition
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
Paroles/Composition
Megan Pete
Megan Pete
Paroles/Composition
Katie Lauren Smith
Katie Lauren Smith
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Ingénierie de mixage
d.a. got that dope for Guaranteed Millions
d.a. got that dope for Guaranteed Millions
Production
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Ingénierie de prise de son
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

[Intro]
Real hot girl shit
DA got that dope
[Chorus]
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Her friends and her mom hate me (Go)
Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (Mmm)
She ain't gave me none of that pussy in a while
She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin' (Come here)
Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?)
[Verse 1]
Keisha? Kei, Jasmine? Jas, Kiera? Megan? (Go)
Lisa? Ashley? Ashley, Sierra? Sarah?
She got her hands on her knees with her ass in the air, ooh, that lil' bitch a player
If her friends ain't around to record it, she bend over, shake that lil' ass in the mirror
Like goddamn, what a **** gotta do for your number?
Shawty came through with that head so good, I said fuck it, I ain't usin' no rubber
Way she make that ass bounce, think I love her
Got that ass and that mouth from her mother
Type to make your bae mad, you in trouble
NBA playoffs that ass, it's a bubble
Uh-uh, uh-uh, come here, come here, uh-uh
Throw that ass back, come here, come here (That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
[Chorus]
Her friends and mom hate me (Go)
Lay down on the bed, do the crybaby (Go)
She ain't gave me none of that pussy in a while
She had the boy waitin', I don't mind waitin'
Oh, you ain't gon' respond to my texts? (Oh, yeah?)
Want me keep on my diamonds, we sex? (What's your name?)
[Verse 2]
Wah, wah, wah, wah
Real hot girl shit
Lay on my stomach, toot it up, do the crybaby (Crybaby)
Look back, hold it open, now he annihilated (Yeah)
Moaning like a bitch when he hit this pussy
Damn, he probably wanna wear my hoodie (Ah)
Choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me (Thank me)
If I give it to another ****, he'll hate me
Spit, slurp, give him that work
Fell too fast for me, now the **** hurt
Deeper, deeper, I need a reaper
Thought I was in trouble how he tearin' them cheeks up
Keep me a freak, who the flavor of the week?
If I make up the rules, then I don't think it's cheatin'
Jordan, Tommy, Timothy, Daniel (Which one?)
Might let Jonathan bring in Sarah (Come here, Sarah)
Bitch tryna brag about taking my man (Huh?)
Hah, I needed me a **** off my hands
Uh-uh, don't fuck me like that, fuck me like this, yeah, aye
[Chorus]
His friends and his dad hate me (Yeah)
I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby (Wah-wah-wah)
If I ain't let him hit the pussy by now
Then that **** lame if he still waitin' (Ah, ah, ah)
I ain't even save your number (Nope)
So no, I can't reply to no text (No text)
I make him cry 'bout the pussy, hmm
Probably why my shit so wet (Wah, wah, wah)
Written by: Daniel Levin, David Doman, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Katie Smith, Megan Pete
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