Video Musik
Video Musik
Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
J.P.
Performer
enrgy beats
Performer
Babyfxce E
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Efrem Blackwell
Composer
Josiah Le’quince Gillie
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Cody
Mixing Engineer
enrgy beats
Producer
Efrem Blackwell
Recording Engineer
Josiah Le’quince Gillie
Recording Engineer
Lirik
(Enrgy made dis' one)
Tell me what's the move (I wanna)
What you wanna do
I wanna f word (I betcha do)
I wanna fuck (I know it)
I wanna f word
I'm tryna bam
Never I had to play my hand to get a bitch cause she was goin' from me
Im in the D____ got this bad bitch
Rollin' up this backwood full of krud, bitch I'm on one
She said she wanna fuck what you on huh
Call up _your friends___get a three way (three way)
_that bag round, bitch I get pape
I'm running _shit like it's _ a relay (relay)
12:30 don't you be late (be late)
I been that **** since a lil' one you dont know me hoe
Jockin' bitches out they jeans bitch I keep a roll
I catch her lookin' and she tooken, she ain't comin' home
Walk her to the bathroom let me get that _dome__
Bitch ain't no snappin the group chat let me get that phone
Only been rapping for a year it ain't been that long
But I don't think I did enough
I ain't callin' you no uber if you ain't finna let me fuck (bitch)
Come here lil' baby let me tell yo ass what's up
I looked at everybody and you the baddest in the club
You like you love me now just imagine when we fuck
How is that your girl and I just snatched her off a hug
I just wanna know you on the same time as me?
I just wanna know is we fuckin when we leave?
I just wanna know if I can get in with my heat?
I just made a bitty hit her knees like I was J.P
Get the block turnt we in the middle the street
Got her in the cat' she said I aint never been in one of these
Smoke exotic weed this the shit that hurt your chest
I'm not good with threats you gone get hit up in your neck
I know I can come and fuck you better than your ex
Pussy got some power but you better with your head
Wanted all blues that shit better than a check___
Gotta call my phone all that textin' don't get read
Pull up to the B&B and bring all your friends
Turn to WWE and put 'em on they head
These ain't no prescription how these glasses cost a band?
I just wanna fuck we ain't gotta lock it in
I wanna f word (I betcha do)
I wanna fuck (I know it)
I wanna f word
I'm tryna bam
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna
I wanna, wanna
I wanna, wanna
I wanna, wanna
I wanna, wanna
Written by: Efrem Blackwell, Josiah Le’quince Gillie

