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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Lil Poppa
Rap
Toosii
Toosii
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Janarious Wheeler
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter
Naujour Grainger
Naujour Grainger
Songwriter
Tevin Revells
Tevin Revells
Composer
Nikolas Rosenberg
Nikolas Rosenberg
Composer
Roy Tyler James
Roy Tyler James
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drum Dummie
Drum Dummie
Producer
Aztro
Aztro
Co-Producer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Recording Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Shamu The Panda
Shamu The Panda
Co-Producer

Tekst Utworu

Can you heal my hurt baby? I don't know why I trust them other bitches in the first place I'm smoking presidential bud and I need you to be my first lady It ain't the day you was born, but I need you in your birthday suit You know I don't know play, 'bout my business like a businessman Don't get mad when you can't come, too many K's on this Sprinter van And when she mad, she gon' start listening to my music 'cause she been a fan If you miss it, say you miss it then Hop on this flight and let me hit it then Ain't no time for packing, I'm gone, my flight in the morning Forgive me, I ain't ignore you, call you when I finish performing Shouldn't be ashamed, whatever drugs you need, I promise you we on it Ain't satisfiеd, I need M's in the bank, and baby, I be on it And I got all my brothers with mе but I'm still lonely Can't lie, I need you here to hold me I done had plenty of 'em tell me that they different, gotta show me And how so many of 'em tell me that I'm switching when they don't know me Ooh, yeah I just packed my bags, I gotta leave in the morning I see that you yawning, I'ma give you D 'fore I get on that I know you the best, you everything that I wanted I see that you horny, so I'ma give you D in the morning Do me a favor, don't compare to them other niggas I got Glocks with switches and I done ran up another figure I know all these hoes be fanned out So I'ma take they phone 'fore I fuck 'em (why?) 'Cause it won't be another picture Fuck them bitches, none these hoes compare to you While I'm on the road, I just wish that I was there for you I'm with the bros but I got nina, brand new whip, you want a Bimmer I ain't packing up if we was fussin' and fighting, fuck 'fore I leave her Ain't no time for packing, I'm gone, my flight in the morning Forgive me, I ain't ignore you, call you when I finish performing Shouldn't be ashamed, whatever drugs you want, I promise you we on it Ain't satisfied, I need M's in the bank, and baby, I be on it And I got all my brothers with me but I'm still lonely Can't lie, I need you here to hold me I done had plenty of 'em tell me that they different, gotta show me And how so many of 'em tell me that I'm switching when they don't know me My flight in the morning Call you when I finish performing I promise you we on it And baby, I be on it
Writer(s): Tevin Revell, Naujour Lazier Grainger, Roy Tyler James, Janarious Mykel Wheeler, Nikolas Josef Rosenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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