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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyla Moore
Tyla Moore
Songwriter
Camille Tyas
Camille Tyas
Songwriter
Jasmine Pendleton
Jasmine Pendleton
Songwriter
Indonesia Hayes
Indonesia Hayes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Extendo
Extendo
Mastering Engineer
Mike Crook
Mike Crook
Producer
JR
JR
Producer

歌詞

I know you want it, I can tell by how you on it
Tryna fuck you stupid rounds, ain't no stoppin' till the morning
Boy, come closer to my ear, I'm tryna hear you moan and groaning
You a slut in them great sweats, bitch, you know that dick is showing
Pretty ass face, know I'm the baddest, I make **** pass out
These **** tryna be my daddy, givin' money cash cows
Got **** hatin' on some bitches, goin' up, they mad now
Sick that we the competition, swervin' lanes, they crash out
Ayo, Indo, what it's like to have ten **** on yo nuts?
Twenty bands up in your pocket, it ain't nothin', that's just lunch
Swear I love a straight shooter, let's get straight to the punch
**** smokin' poof pack, tryna say that it's Runtz
I can't lie, J. Cole, this **** got it feelin' like heaven
Been a devil, wearin' Prada, told him I'm a born sinner
He said I'm finger lickin' good, he know I ain't no beginner
Mad I left before he woke up, **** you gotta be quicker
I know you want it, ****
I know you want it, I know you want it
I know you want it, ****
I know you want it, I know you want it
Who told you bitches it was competition?
Y'all copy and pastes, givin' a whole lot of repetition
Yo' **** swipin' up, he tellin' me I'm what he missin
Bout me, he gon' stand on business
They called 'em four-eyes and this pussy gave him perfect vision
Don't miss yo chance lil' ****, all you got is tonight
Only here for one reason, man, let's do this shit right
Put it on you, I'ma show you, I won't put up a fight
Fucked around, gave him a taste, won't let me out of his sight
I need a **** that's gon' eat it, chow down, Joey Chestnut
Clear his plate, lick it clean, then deliver the best fuck
When he finished, I'ma send him 40 ball for his next cut
Send him packing in a Uber told him babe get yo rest up
Bitch is you cool? it ain't my fault yo **** all in my face
I love the game, I love the hustle, like I'm Mitch and you Ace
You breathin' different when you see your **** took me to space
Triple threat in double R, fuck suck and dip, I don't chase
I know you want it, ****
I know you want it, I know you want it
I know you want it, ****
I know you want it, I know you want it
Tell that **** say his grace before he eat it, hallelujah
He's a chooser and I'm cooler, so he feigning
Ain't the bitch that need 40, I get chip, he can't believe it
And I'll still fuck every girl in the world, that's word to Weezy
He said, ooh, you a bad bitch, I can tell that he need it
Top tier, above average, yeah, he beggin' me to eat it
Yeah, I know that he feignin', blend and slurp it like a smoothie
Baby claim that he a slut, shit, I'ma make him prove it
In the bed, I make him proud, you would think my name Penny
In my zone, we on the flo, give me more, I need plenty
Pound town, goin' rounds, I'ma leave that shit empty
Goin' up, craze tight, bitches ain't fuckin' with me
Tell him how you beggin' for a taste
What you willin' to do for this?
Gotta kiss it better, ****, this not new, I'm real true to this
Really a performer, old hoes could never send disses
This groupie **** said I'm his dream, he better get to wishin
Written by: Camille Tyas, Indonesia Hayes, Jasmine Pendleton, Tyla Moore
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