Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Tory Lanez
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Daystar Peterson
Paroles/Composition
Mike Hector
Paroles/Composition
Mike Wilson
Paroles/Composition
Nicholas Varvatsoulis
Paroles/Composition
Niles Groce
Paroles/Composition
Omar Gomez
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Elyas
Production
Mike Hector
Production
Snapz
Production
Paroles
[Intro]
Fuck, fuck, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Fuck, fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
Fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
[Verse 1]
Oh, she a dog with that shit (Roof)
Got me on a leash, shorty need a collar for my dick, ayy
I'ma fuck it 'til it ain't no walls in that bitch
When I throw it on you, baby, make her tell it like I said it
Oh, she a dog with that shit (Woof, damn, fuck)
Come here, baby, let me get your number right quick
I be walkin' in and fuckin' up the summer and shit
When she walk in here, she get to dun-dun-dunin' in this shit
Dropped the cash out my bag go to thumbin' the shit
Bitch, I don't, I don't, I don't want, bitch, I'm definitely rich
I paid your airfare for you 'cause definitely lit
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
[Chorus]
Fuck, fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
Fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm a big timer ****, yeah, don't forget it, yeah
That mean I'ma fuck if she all in my city, yeah
You a broke ****, don't fuck with me, yeah
You a broke bitch, you might still get the dick
Ayy, pretty face, waist, ass, why I'm fuckin' with you
I said, "Fuck that ****" 'cause I'm fuckin' richer
He got a Richard Mille, ****, fuck Richard
I'll be damned if I buy a leather bag for my hand, I'm drunk
Oh yeah, you gon' sleep after we fuck but I don't know where
I go deep in her tree trunk, I fuck, no care
Then I ah, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet in your hair
[Chorus]
I'ma fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
Fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front
She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run
She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front
Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
Written by: Daystar Peterson, Elias Sticken, Mike Hitman Wilson, Mike Ryan Hector, Nicholas Varvatsoulis, Niles Groce, Omar Gomez
