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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kaliii
Kaliii
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexus Cokley
Alexus Cokley
Lyrics
Joshua Goods
Joshua Goods
Composer
Kaliya Ashley Ross
Kaliya Ashley Ross
Lyrics
Kendall Taylor
Kendall Taylor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SpaceyKay
SpaceyKay
Mixing Engineer
Tate Kobang
Tate Kobang
Producer
Yg Beats
Yg Beats
Producer
Anthony R. Smith
Anthony R. Smith
Recording Engineer

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Yeah, yeah (28Shit) Kali You know I love me a motherfuckin' trick (yeah) Got a white boy on my roster He be feeding me pasta and lobster He just hit me up on Tuesday like, "What you doing bae, let me take you shoppin'" (brr) I told him, "Well, I'm a little busy" (damn) He said, "Damn, I'm in your city (fuck) But anyway, it's okay, hope you have a good day I'ma send you 'bout eight fifty" (ooh) Then I told him, "You treat me so well" He said, "CashApp or Zelle? (Ching) Matter of fact, scratch that, I'ma send you a stack just 'cause you fine as hell" And I told him, "Well, thank you baby" (thank you) "Anything for my favorite lady" (ooh) Well, I gotta go, they just let me know that I could pick up my Mercedes (skrrt) I got hoes (might just be your nigga) In different area codes (he know what's up) Everywhere I go (every time I pop out) I call and they drop the lo' (come drop that fuckin' location) 'Cause I got hoes (might just be your bitch) In different area codes (she know what's up) Some of 'em bros (could be your daddy) And I'm big pimpin' 'cause they know (they know what's up) (These bitches know, nigga) They like damn, how you do it like that? I just keep running the racks, I ain't cuffin' on that Yo' lil' bitch, don't know how to act Got a bitch running every time that I beat from the back And nigga, you know that that's facts (yeah) Anytime I'm on the beat drop, heat on the track (on God, nigga) These niggas ain't havin' no racks Heard he went broke on a bitch, yeah, that nigga went flat Yeah nigga, you know how it go Take a nigga bitch, and I put her straight on her knees You know I ain't chasing no hoe I just keep doggin' these bitches like they on a leash I know that bitch fucked all the bros I just be playing my part, I be keepin it P Got so many hoes over here Hoes over there And I got hoes overseas I got hoes (might just be your nigga) In different area codes (he know what's up) Everywhere I go (every time I pop out) I call and they drop the lo' (come drop that fuckin' location) 'Cause I got hoes (might just be your bitch) In different area codes (she know what's up) Some of 'em bros (could be your daddy) And I'm big pimpin' 'cause they know (they know what's up) Bitches know I'm pushin' heavy P, nigga, I be pimpin' (yeah, I be pimpin') You might catch me chasin' cheese but you won't catch me simpin' (won't catch me simpin') I got so much racks stuffed in my jeans, this shit done got me limpin' (shit got me limpin') Ever since they put me on that mic, ain't been broke in a minute I ain't even have to throw no racks, she let me jump right in it And my brodie he love flippin' packs, you think that boy a gymnast (that boy a gymnast) Nigga mad 'cause I done took his hoe, she want me in her kidneys Somebody tell these niggas go touch they nose, they always in my business
Writer(s): Joshua Daiquan Goods, Kaliya Ashley Ross, Tyler Meeks, Alexus Cokley, Kendall Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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