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INTERPRÉTATION
Lola Brooke
Chant
Bryson Tiller
Chant
Ashton "SNW" Norful
Batterie
Ej Ross
Claviers
Khris Riddick-Tynes
Programmation
Julian Mason
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bryson Tiller
Paroles/Composition
Ronnie E Broomfield
Paroles/Composition
Shyniece Thomas
Paroles/Composition
Khris Riddick-Tynes
Paroles/Composition
Julian Mason
Paroles/Composition
Kameron Glasper
Paroles/Composition
Jean Claude Olivier
Paroles/Composition
Mckinley J. Horton
Paroles/Composition
Samuel J. Barnes
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Khris Riddick-Tynes
Production
Sonny Carson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Ingénierie de mixage
Dan Millice
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Eugene Sims
Production déléguée
Lil Ju
Production
LilJuMadeDaBeat
Production
Paroles
Tonight, tonight, tonight, oh
Yeah, Tiller, whoa
And Young Lola, controller, come closer
Mad pretty, make me lose composure
Tad tipsy, won't you come over?
Last lap in the city, know I'm unsober
True, know I see you come over (you know I see you over there, there, there?)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
I'm a badass Brooklyn brown skin bitch (brown skin bitch)
And I love a hood nigga with some toxic dick (hey, baby)
Nothing but some socks, beef and brocs in it (whoa)
Have me walking all crooked in my Crocs and shit (Brr)
Bitch, I go Taraji for my baby boy (for my baby boy)
Ride it like a Kawasaki, that's his favorite toy (favorite toy)
I'ma swipe his EBT like a Amex (uh)
Give it to him raw (uh), no drawers, no latex (uh, uh)
Yeah, I got him butt-naked for me waitin' at home (waitin' at home)
Bitch, your pussy ain't hittin' if he takin' too long (if he takin' too long)
Told him, "Put my name on it" (yeah), yeah, I'm makin' him moan
Smellin' Lola Brooke, that's his favorite cologne
Ha, huh, I'm yours for the summer
Wanna drink until we drunk? I'm choosin' you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby
You say he crazy, so I gotta take a risk on you
Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (yeah), baby?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Tryna make a choice between his leg or his face
Shit gettin' more intense than Election Day
What I expect today is good neck, hood sex
Stop callin' his phone, bitch, he catchin' up on rest (uh)
Fuckin' with me is a W, fuck him at the W
The way you cummin' quick seems to trouble you
I want a rough neck nigga that's nasty
My sex drive wild and this ass is immaculate
Put it in my, uh, nigga stabbin' it
A shooter that assassin it, tongue doin' magic tricks
Foot on neck (yeah), hand on frontal (frontal)
Got him bussin' nuts 'fore we leave the Holland Tunnel (yeah, ooh-ooh)
I'm yours for the summer (hey)
Wanna drink until we drunk? I'm choosin' you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby
You say he crazy, so I gotta take a risk on you (hey)
Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (yeah), baby?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah, Tiller
Oh-ooh-woah, baby, yeah
Young Lola, controller, come closer
Mad pretty, make me lose composure
Tad tipsy, won't you come over?
Last lap in the city, know I'm unsober
True, you know I see you come over (you know I see you over there, there, there?)
Writer(s): Kameron Traviss Glasper, Khristopher Van Riddick-tynes, Bryson Dujuan Tiller, Mason Julian Martrel, Composer Author Unknown, Lola Brooke
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