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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Prince
Jack Prince
Songwriter
Emil Trasbo-Hanson
Emil Trasbo-Hanson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trayson
Trayson
Producer

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On love, I’m broke
What’s up, you too?
I’m rollin’ up that loudy, whole place gettin’ kinda cloudy, thinkin-
You’re dope, same place
Next week? fo’ sho’
You could be my shawty, it’s a game we both play part in (aha)
Oh why you barkin’? come be darlin’
We could do all this damn shit tonight
Let me whisper in your ear, we could crash my apartment
Come close that door and we explore the darkness (yea)
I’m impressed
2 bars down like a dumb bell press
Still feel shit, with your hands on my chest
Feeling like Superman,’ way you S’in on it (ay)
I’ve been out here lookin’ for a shawty what’s up
She got that belly dancer booty and that shit ‘bout to pop
Yea bitch you know that I’m the man
And I know you nothin’ but trouble
But there ain’t no fuckin’ stoppin’
Ain’t no way out of our bubble
Clap clap, throw it back
Pushin’ full throttle
Come a little closer
I’m just tryna figure out if I’m supposed to
I be runnin’ ‘round town, fuckin’ around, and I’m still tryna figure out-
Come a little closer
I’m just tryna figure out if I’m supposed to
I be runnin’ ‘round town, fuckin’ around, and I’m still tryna figure out-
On love, I’m broke
What’s up, you too?
I’m rollin’ up that loudy, whole place gettin’ kinda cloudy, thinkin-
You’re dope, same place
Next week? fo’ sho’
You could be my shawty, it’s a game we both play part in (aha)
Baby said fuck that
Rollin' up another just to function
Lock down baby, both stuck there
I could take it from behind, fuck that
Shit I’m too dirty, I only talk flirty
Might need an attorney
They way that handle myself and these moves way too sturdy, I did it
(Bitch go)
Yea let’s just turn it all back!
(Aha) She gone eat me for the guala or the clout
(Aha) Don’t believe a word coming out your mouth
(Aha) Reasoning for always coming in your mouth
(Aha) Sorry I gotta be honest for a while
But fuck that
Rollin' up another just function
Mission was to make her be needy
Now she really think that she need me
I’m just playin rounds, too easy, gg
On love, I’m broke
What’s up, you too?
I’m rollin’ up that loudy, whole place gettin’ kinda cloudy, thinkin-
You’re dope, same place
Next week? fo’ sho’
You could be my shawty, it’s a game we both play part in (aha)
Written by: Emil Trasbo-Hanson, Jack Prince
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