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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Samara Cyn
Interprète
Stephanie Alexander
Chœur
Charlean Carmon
Chœur
Kenya Hathaway
Chœur
Sharlotte Gibson
Chœur
Sophia Stephens
Chœur
Danielle Elliott
Chœur
Nelson Beato
Chœur
LaVance Colley
Chœur
Jason Morales
Chœur
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Samara Cyn
Paroles/Composition
PoWR Trav
Paroles/Composition
Tommy Parker
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
PoWR Trav
Production
Tommy Parker
Production
AJ
Ingénierie de prise de son
John Kercy
Ingénierie de mixage
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
[Intro]
Said, don't fuck with me
Don't fuck—, ah, don't fuck with me, uh
[Verse 1]
Okay, shit, don't fuck with me 'less you ready for this problem
Momma always taught me, "You don't start those, you solve 'em"
Mink mink goblin, finish them, they wobbling
Okay, chill, they falling, damn, Cyn get off her
I'm a prophet, don't take shit, won't harm shit
Can't take the play? Don't you jump in this ball pit
Used to work at Harbor Freight, but now this my office
Can you believe they pay me all this money just to talk shit?
Lil' bitch, I'm vibin', lil' bitch, we mobbin'
All in God's timing, well, goddamn, I'm shining
On these records this ain't silver, ho, it's white gold
Wait till I get them diamonds, it's gon' be a chokehold, KO
[Chorus]
I'm a hoochie, I'm a sellout
Smell like shit, every time, it's me they talk 'bout
I'm a born sinner, better get that gone
85, burning rubber till I get back home
And bitter is fruit that fell early
Slither with these snakes on me, Lord have mercy
Hands in this chicken, no churches
Throwing up to purge it, Lord, forgive me for these urges
[Verse 2]
So who the fuck I look like if I slow up now?
Talking out they neck but my foot calmed that down
Used to let that slide just to keep folks around
Now I keep the scissors in my bag in case they get loud
We pipe that smoke down, don't get me rowdy
These hoes can't rap with me, say that shit proudly
Bad, bad, Mike Lowrey
Serving face and seasoned, bitch, I even brought my Lawry's
They like my lil' voice, they think that shit sweet
They think they gon' beat this lil' caramel coochie, please
Well, bitch, I'm the new age Eve, forbidden gems up my sleeve, next to that .380
[Chorus]
I'm a hoochie, I'm a sellout
Smell like shit, every time, it's me they talk 'bout
I'm a born sinner, better get that gone
85, burning rubber till I get back home
And bitter is fruit that fell early
Slither with these snakes on me, Lord have mercy
Hands in this chicken, no churches
Throwing up to purge it, Lord, forgive me for these urges
[Outro]
Higher
Sinner
Higher
Sinner
Written by: PoWR Trav, Samara Cyn, Tommy Parker

