유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Bryson Tiller
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Bryson Tiller
송라이터
Joshua Scruggs
송라이터
Brian Casey
송라이터
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
송라이터
Usher Raymond IV
송라이터
Johnnie Winters
송라이터
Manuel Seal, Jr.
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Jaycen Joshua
믹싱 엔지니어
Jacob Richards
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Mike Seaberg
어시스턴트 엔지니어
DJ Riggins
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Johnnie Winters
프로듀서
Syk Sense
프로듀서
가사
Okay, word then (word then)
He ain't workin', I pull up urgently in person (huh)
Kiss through the phone first, how the tone work?
I was hurt then, only pickin' up the phone for the homework
They was mad when they said that it won't work
Mad 'cause the drop-top crashed, it's a loaner
Breakfast in the morning, Larenz, Love Jones
I told her, "seven o'clock when you last came over"
2:00 a.m. now and I know you ain't sober
Sleepin' alone and your man can't hold ya
But baby, I can, tell your man, "Game over"
Shows ain't over, the plans ain't over
Wanna sit back, watch a young man take over
I'm gon' ask, "Would you come over?"
Movin' too fast, we could take things slower
Ooh, na-na
But if you knew better girl
From the way it looks, you got it under control
Let me know (let me know, yeah)
Be honest
I don't know if they fuck with you, like I do (I don't know if they fuck with you like)
Like I do, tell 'em all now, tell 'em all now
You don't need no substitute
I got you (don't need no substitute, nah)
I got you, tell them all now, tell them all now
Who is that? You been soul searching
Who is that? He seems so nervous
As he should, I been so determined
And I'm, shows over, close the curtains and I'm-
No, no, he ain't knowin' this real
Pardon me, I had to interfere
(Yeah, it's seven o'clock on the dot in the drop-top)
(And the cockblocks, not on my watch, I, I)
(Wanna do some')
West coast drive way (freaky), hit the high way
Shawty pick the time, place, you know I'm on my way
Girl, I'm here for you, ain't no question
I'm advisin', it's time that I teach him a lesson
You know the name B-R, why not give me a S-O-N?
He don't get it with shit, baby, that's on him
The crown lack luster when it's set on him
Don't mind if I come take that from him
And you call me as soon as you left from him
Now I know why you give no respect to him
This is all for the rep, baby
I won't let nobody, let nobody, no, no, no, no, no
I know you think it's all the same song
But it's not the same song
That I wrote to you (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (alright, alright, I seen the plot, be honest)
I don't know if they fuck with you, like I do (I don't know if they fuck with you like)
Like I do, tell 'em all now, tell 'em all now
Nah, you don't need no substitute
I got you (don't need no substitute, nah)
I got you, tell them all now, tell them all now
Who is that? You been soul searching
Who is that? He seems so nervous
As he should, I been so determined
And I'm, shows over, close the curtains, and I'm-
No, no, he ain't knowin' this real
Pardon me, I had to interfere
(Yeah, it's seven o'clock on the dot in the drop-top)
(And the cockblocks, not on my watch, I, I)
Writer(s): Manuel Lonnie Seal Jr., Usher Raymond, Brian D. Casey, Jermaine Dupri Mauldin, Joshua Quinton Scruggs, Bryson Dujuan Tiller, Johnnie Winters
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