クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Broady Jr.
Lyrics
Kenya Edwards
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Encore
Producer
歌詞
Hell nah nah (Lil bitch got me fucked up)
Nah nah nah nah nah (Lil bitch got me fucked up)
Hell nah nah (Lil bitch got me fucked up)
Nah nah nah nah nah (Fu - Fucked up, Look)
Why you always tripping on the kid
You should find another way to live (yeah)
Because I could find another life to live
And I could find another fuck to give (yeah)
And I'm gone fuck another bitch tomorrow
And I think I'm gone do it in your car (Woah)
And you could say I'm taking it too far
But I'll be busy rolling up a gar
And I hope you don't take it to the heart
But I cannot get caught up with a thot (Wait, hold up)
It's not really me saying you a thot
But girl I just don't love you like I thought (nah nah nah nah)
I told you you were special at the bar
But girl I say whatever when I'm drunk
I told you I was yours, and you were mine
Translation I'm just playing with your love
Hell nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Hell nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Hell nah nah (fuck up, got me fucked up)
Nah nah nah nah nah (bitch shut the fuck up, got me fucked up)
Hell nah nah (bitch shut the fuck up, got me fucked up)
Nah nah nah nah nah (bitch shut the fuck up, got me fucked up)
You got me so fucked up (so fucked up)
Really I just don't know what you thought this was
That's the reason why I never fall in love (fall in love)
Might just fuck around and throw out all your stuff
Heard your stupid ass been trying to fuck with me
While you fuck with her
But maybe you should go and try to watch your brother
When we were alone, he tried to come get him some
And he isn't alone, because it's about four of your homies too
Hell nah nah (Lil bitch got me fucked up)
Nah nah nah nah nah (Lil bitch got me fucked up)
Hell nah nah (lil bitch got me fucked up)
Nah nah nah nah nah (fu - fucked up, look)
Hell nah nah (tripping on the kid, tripping on the kid)
Nah nah nah nah nah (tripping on him, why you tripping on him)
Hell nah nah (tripping on the kid, tripping on the kid)
Nah nah nah nah nah (it go) (like this) (yeah)
You got me fucked up, and that's for one
I found another, a badder one
If we were numbers, not adding up
So shut the fuck up, and pack your stuff
Leave me lone yeah
Always tripping on the kid, always tripping on the kid
Need to leave me lone yeah
Always tripping on the kid, tripping on the kid
Oh oh
Oh oh (tripping on the kid, tripping on the kid)
Woah, woah (tripping on him, why you tripping on him?)
Oh oh, oh (tripping on the kid, tripping on the kid)
Woah, woah woah woah woah
Hell nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Hell nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Written by: Carlos Broady Jr., Kenya Edwards