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Miraa May
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RAYE
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Miraa May
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Isaac Adoasi
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Isaiah Aboyade-Cole
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Rachel Keen
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Miraa May
Production déléguée
Craig G
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Manon Grandjean
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Sarah Dorgan
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Jenna Felsenthal
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Taisha Johnson
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Nick "P.B." Washington
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Paroles
Two girls freezin', legs out breezin'
On the streets of London town in the evening
Hit a sweet vibe, we don't need a reason
Get up on the table, believe I'm screaming
Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up
See that girl over there? (Mm, uh)
That's the baddest bitch in the room, that girl over there
You best believe (uh)
That's my best friend, that's my baby mother Miraa (ah-ah)
Pass that spliff, please, reset quickly
Please, don't think you'll ever get to chat to us (yeah, yeah)
That girl over there, yeah
That's my best friend, that's my icey shawty
Looks so good and her bags on ten
If she come into your life, now you can't better get than
And when I'm feeling down and out
I take myself to over to RAYE's house
Call my girls tell them what I'm crying about
They say
Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up
Go girl, fuck it up (woah, oh), go girl, fuck it up
Go girl, fuck it up (go girl), go girl, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Go girl, fuck it up (go girl, fuck it up), go girl, fuck it up
If you come for my team, it's violence
I'ma back my bitch, you know that she ain't lying
All you hating hoes stay silent
Don't know what we've been through, through in the slightest
Know that we'll be alright
Matter of fact is that the Jeep's outside?
Matter of fact that is my neck's on ice
Roll up a fat ting we take our time, oh
Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up
Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up
Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up
Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up (fuck it up)
See me and my bitch and we runnin' this shit (ah-ah-ah)
I don't wanna fuck with no prick (ah-ah-ah)
Leave him on a read blue tick (ah-ah-ah)
CRB on the mandem quick (ah-ah-ah)
Think they can do us like that when we do it like this (ah-ah-ah)
Me and bitches too slick (ah-ah-ah)
We ain't cryin' over no dick (ah-ah-ah)
Can't you see my sis' is too lit?
See me and my bitch and we runnin' this shit (ah-ah-ah)
I don't wanna fuck with no prick (ah-ah-ah)
Leave him on a read blue tick (ah-ah-ah)
CRB on the mandem quick (ah-ah-ah)
Think they can do us like that when we do it like this (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Me and bitches too slick (ah-ah-ah)
We ain't cryin' over no dick (ah-ah-ah)
Can't you see my sis' is too lit?
Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up
Go girl, fuck it up (woah, oh), go girl, fuck it up
Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up
Go girl, fuck it up, go girl, fuck it up
Go ahead fuck it up, fuck it up
Go ahead, go ahead fuck it up, fuck it up
Go ahead, fuck it up Miraa, show them who you are, yeah, go and get the clip
I'm dead, why am I spitting bars right now?
Who the fuck do I think I am?
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
Writer(s): Rachel Agatha Keen, Miraa May, Isaiah Aboyade-cole, Isaac Adoasi
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