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INTERPRÉTATION
Flo Milli
Flo Milli
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tamia Carter
Tamia Carter
Composition
Craig Love
Craig Love
Composition
James Phillips
James Phillips
Composition
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Composition
LaMarquis Jefferson
LaMarquis Jefferson
Composition
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ashley Jacobson
Ashley Jacobson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Production

Paroles

Uh Yeah, uh I go on and on You bitches can't stand how I last so long I must've had superpowers Put in work, I been in the booth a thousand hours Check his numbers, better do the math Nigga might be homeless and you give him some ass Jim Carrey, I can see through the mask Ghetto angels over watching, they gon' be on your ass And for the last like four, five months I been feeling like Ice, make your nigga a munch You was never my type, can't be seen with a slut And your money too short, kitty won't even come Are you dumb? What's my favorite word? (Milli, bitch) Yeah, I'm in that mode, I'm gon' flow Milli shit (said it) Keep you a hustle, don't stop 'til you rich Every time I look up a new ho on my dick Ho, it's over, blow the whistle He 'bout to drown in this pussy, come get him Hello? Ho, it's over, blow the whistle Somebody please help this nigga AP on my wrist, where you get that from? He got 99 bitches, but my ass ain't one I don't trip, keep it trill, bitch, I feel like Bun Shakin' ass in Jamaica while he feeding me rum Are you drunk? Why you pressing me, I'm not your lady This nigga want me to have his baby Chocolate bitch, M&M, Slim Shady Sweatin' my hair out, now my edges wavy Double Cs, everything you see me in Hoes think they fuckin' with me, y'all some real comedians (haha) I was double Dutchin' that nigga He don't ever hit you 'cause you clutching that nigga Damn, you be making lunch for that nigga To me that's a dub, make him take me to dinner "Hello? Where the reservations, daddy?" Thought he was a homebody, he popped out with a baddie He popped out with a baddie He 'bout to drown in this pussy, come get him Hello? Ho, it's over, blow the whistle
Writer(s): Lamarquis Jefferson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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