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Brandon Hodge
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Eric Bellinger
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Harvey Mason, Jr.
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Paroles
Wait 'til you get her body alone
Can't wait to say I told you so
I know if you say that it's good
Then it's real, real good, oh, yeah
She do you things that she will be with it
'Specially since she knows that I know that you hit it
She know what she came here for
Plus she know what's mine is yours
It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
So let's share, share, share
We just share, share, share
I was last night-, wait, I already know (I already know, I already know)
'Cause mami so fly from head to toe
I did my thing as you should
And it was real, real good, oh, yeah
I know she never had to admit it
'Cause I won't tell (he won't tell)
We won't tell that we hit it
Don't get confused if she say she's yours
'Cause she's just one of them girls that want a lil' more
It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
So let's (turn up) share, share, share
We just (turn up) share, share, share (what? Problem)
If Problem gave a f- about a b-, I'd always be broke (why?)
And I'm married to the money, I'll admit we eloped
I got throat and loopties, head up in Lucy
Plus I'm with TGT, come be a groupie (let's go)
I'm just kidding, just come check out the proposition
The mission we hitting is written, peep up the competition (hey)
We fixing the fly high, the try thing
You sexy and I heard that pussy tasty as Thai waves (what?)
I'm thinking about dining (what?), I put that on the script
Put my love in it then work it like a Jedi (ayy)
Yes, I love, girl, pop it like a bitter (ayy)
Cop to California just to dine and lay with her
It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none (it ain't no fun, whoo!)
It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none (if my homies, it ain't no fun)
So let's share, share, share (I gonna share)
We just share (oh, baby), share, share (I'm gonna have to share, with my homies I wanna share)
(Oh-oh-oh) baby
Whoa, whoa
It ain't no fun
Homies can't have none
We keep it in the family
Your secrets are safe with me, oh, yeah
(Oh) oh, it ain't no fun
Ain't no fun, you know what I'm sayin'?
Writer(s): Eric A. Bellinger, Jason L. Martin, Jay Valentine, Brandon Alexander Hodge, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown Jr., Harvey Jay Mason, Warren Iii Griffin, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Nathaniel D. Hale, Andre Romell Young, Damon E. Thomas
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