Video musicale

In primo piano

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lebra Jolie
Lebra Jolie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lebra Daniels
Lebra Daniels
Composer
London Jae
London Jae
Composer
Timothy McKibbins
Timothy McKibbins
Composer
Julius Rivera III
Julius Rivera III
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B100
B100
Producer
Squat Beatz
Squat Beatz
Producer
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Recording Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Testi

(Have you ever been to London?) Ayy, yeah (squat made the beat) Don't you, don't you hate a-? Oh Ayy, oh, save a hoe Yeah, ayy Don't you hate an ol' tricking ass? Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with your leeching ass? Reaching ass nigga, in my DMs tryna, eat my ass Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shirt? In his baby mama crib, riding his baby mama whip Man, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always running to the 'Gram every time he hit a lick Yeah 95 percent of this niggas fake rich The other five percent of this niggas, all bitch Like Too Short said, bitches ain't shit Ooh, 50 niggas in the section, pushing hoes down (yeah) Sharin' bottles, smokin' hookah, they the hoes now (yeah) Know your pussy, I can smell it, pull your clothes down Store-runner, fake stepper, he a whole clown (yeah) What type of nigga spends the night with his boys? You a grown ass man, you a dyke to your boys Same type of nigga booking flights with his boys In the club taking pictures, making bad bitch noise Don't you hate a ol' tricking ass? Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with yo' leeching ass? Reaching ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shirt? In his baby mama crib, riding his baby mama whip Man, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always running to the 'gram every he hit a lick How you online claimin' bodies all your niggas gettin' touched? Whole gang outside, still got your chain took Steady snitching on the 'gram, made the fed's pick you up At the gas station tryna holla, please, leave me alone How you dead broke, not a dollar, but got three phones? Tryna figure out why you flexing? Riding in that loan Your hairline ain't even long, nigga, keep your hat on (yeah) What type of nigga beg a rapper for a pic'? In a section full of bitches, but ain't tryna fuck shit You too excited for these niggas, even got the same fit Buying watches for your boys, but you say you ain't a trick Don't you hate a ol' tricking ass? Talking 'bout he in the kitchen ass Get a bag, nigga, why you out here with yo' leeching ass? Reaching ass nigga, in my DMs tryna eat my ass Freaky ass nigga, ol' peewee ass nigga Ayy, what type of nigga wear his homeboy shirt? In his baby mama crib, riding his baby mama whip Man, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always running to the 'gram every time he hit a lick What type of nigga wear his homeboy shirt? In his, baby mama crib, riding his baby mama whip What, what, what type of nigga tell lies on his dick? Always running to the 'gram every time he hit a lick
Writer(s): Juliuis Rivera Iii, Jaucquez Lowe, Darryl Clemons, Lebra Daniels, Timothy Bradley Mckibbins, Morris Moe Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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