क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cash Cobain
Cash Cobain
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cashmere Small
Cashmere Small
Songwriter
Michael Rainey Jr.
Michael Rainey Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cash Cobain
Cash Cobain
Producer
Whereis22
Whereis22
Producer
Alex Garcia
Alex Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Matthew Nadler
Matthew Nadler
Producer

गाने

[Chorus]
I'm tryna fuck and I love you
Don't want you to get in your feelin's
If we gon' fuck in the party
I want everybody to hear it
I could tell you wanna fuck me
I could tell by the way that you starin'
I want to you ride it, just like you drive it with the automatic steerin'
The way that she wildin', the way that she cryin', she 'bout to cum, I can hear it
If we bein' honest, lil' mama the finest, the type of girl I wanna marry
She know she got it, that pussy poppin', I don't gotta call her Mary
The way that she wax it, that shit Brazilian, she do not do the hairy
[Verse 1]
She don't got plans, I told her come over
She do not drink, she said she a smoker
So treat my dick just like a Roll-Up
That pussy was fresh, it don't go no odor
Her ex gotta keep it pushin' like a stroller, tss
Can I bend you over?
She already know I pray to the Slizzy God, like Jehovah
If I cannot have you, I'ma be mad, boo, I don't want no one, aye
It feel like I have to, I gotta have you
Like damn
[Chorus]
I'm tryna fuck and I love you
Don't want you to get in your feelin's
If we gon' fuck in the party
I want everybody to hear it
I could tell you wanna fuck me
I could tell by the way that you starin'
I want to you ride it, just like you drive it with the automatic steerin'
The way that she wildin', the way that she cryin', she 'bout to cum, I can hear it
If we bein' honest, lil' mama the finest, the type of girl I wanna marry
She know she got it, that pussy poppin', I don't gotta call her Mary
The way that she wax it, that shit Brazilian, she does not do the hairy
[Outro]
You not seein' all that shit they sayin' on Twitter
Same flow, or the same beat, the same song
I don't wanna know what they gon' say when this shit drop
Dem dead water
Danny, don't let none of them **** we don't know in the session no more, you heard?
Real shit, this shit private for real, for real
Danny, I'm proud of you, ****, I see you take this shit from the basement to the whole motherfuckin' universe, boy
Yeah, tellin' you
New York City 'pon lock
Which New York City, whole world 'pon lock
Universe 'pon lock
All 'pon, all, all the alien them want to be Slizzy
They go, they go up to Saturn, them have Slizzy alien
Yo, Slizzy minizzy
Everytin' izzy
Up top, bro god
Rrrps, rrrrps, rrrrps, rrrrps
Written by: Cashmere Small, Michael Rainey Jr.
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