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INTERPRÉTATION
Toosii
Toosii
Chant
Ayo Jon
Ayo Jon
Programmation
Smash David
Smash David
Programmation
Ten Roc
Ten Roc
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jason Cornet
Jason Cornet
Paroles/Composition
Jonathan Zibi
Jonathan Zibi
Paroles/Composition
Naujour Grainger
Naujour Grainger
Paroles/Composition
Samuel Jimenez
Samuel Jimenez
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ayo Jon
Ayo Jon
Production
Smash David
Smash David
Production
Ten Roc
Ten Roc
Production
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Ingénierie de mixage
Zach Schultze
Zach Schultze
Ingénierie
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

You don't look at me the way you should, and I know You got other dudes, so tell me where do I go? Tell me how they feel when they see you in my clothes? You makin' it hard for me, I won't lie But just 'cause you got options, don't mean I won't try I sit in the mirror and let time pass by 'Cause you get shallow, oh I Spend way too much time with you on my mind Gotta get to know you better Know you say you love me, it's whatever (mmm, mmm) And I know you say you love me, it's whatever I think it's better when we'll be together (mmm, mmm) 'Cause you say that I'm evil, I'm the devil All 'cause I got options, you got several Ain't shit, ain't I? First time I saw you, girl, I almost made you faint, I Had the candy red, what was rubbin' off the paint, I Know that I'm too player for a lotta shit And really I was lookin' at your friend first But lookin' at her, know I woulda did worse You like your niggas a lil' gangsta Ain't shit, ain't ya? Baby, ain't no need for the fake stuff I'm tryna get to know a lil' better I might even bring you 'round the fellas Let you hang with the gang, and I don't do that, never My brother tellin' me like, "Now she one of the guys" And I'm like, "Fuck that, can't let you fuck with my mind" Plus you got an accent that's from down South You ain't never been the type to loud mouth You don't even drink, but the Casa' kick like a roundhouse I even knew you when I lived inside that brown house, yeah You don't look at me the way you should, and I know You got other dudes, so tell me where do I go? Tell me how they feel when they see you in my clothes? You makin' it hard for me, I won't lie But just 'cause you got options, don't mean I won't try I sit in the mirror and let time pass by 'Cause you get shallow, oh I Spend way too much time with you on my mind Gotta get to know you better Know you say you love me, it's whatever (mmm, mmm) And I know you say you love me, it's whatever I think it's better when we'll be together (mmm, mmm) 'Cause you say that I'm evil, I'm the devil All 'cause I got options, you got several Yeah, play a player, I'm way too player To let you play me, but I won't play you And I'ma take a shot with you even if we don't lay up You just gotta be straight up Tell me, what's the reason I should wait up? (Yeah) Been in the gym, I'm gettin' swole, I got my weight up I just be laughin' 'cause I know that them people hate us It ain't no need for me to say that I'll see you later Girl, I'll see you right now, I'ma cater, yeah Gotta arch that, na-na, na-na, mmm, mmm, mmm You get way too nasty off that Reposado Drink it out the bottle, and I go full throttle, oh, oh, yeah And I know I think I know everythin', but I don't know everythin' There's some things that I don't know, oh, oh Like maybe, you do like it when I spank ya And maybe you in love with a gangsta, yeah
Writer(s): Samuel David Jimenez, Joshua Isaih Parker, Jason A. Cornet, Naujour Lazier Grainger, Jonathan Benjamin Zibi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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