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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sexyy Red
Sexyy Red
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Janae Wherry
Janae Wherry
Songwriter
Rasool Ricardo Diaz
Rasool Ricardo Diaz
Songwriter
Martin Alexander Pitt
Martin Alexander Pitt
Songwriter
Tyson Kong
Tyson Kong
Songwriter
Juan Madrid
Juan Madrid
Songwriter
Ryan Press
Ryan Press
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sexyy Red
Sexyy Red
Executive Producer
Sool Got Hits
Sool Got Hits
Producer
Pitt The Kid
Pitt The Kid
Producer
Zone
Zone
Producer
Rajon “Raj Bangers Only” Brown
Recording Engineer
Salvador "Better Call Sal" Majail
Salvador "Better Call Sal" Majail
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Rebel Music
Rebel Music
Co-Producer
Trinidad James
Trinidad James
Creative Director
Mira Demirkan
Mira Demirkan
Creative Director

Tekst Utworu

Say f-, say, "Free my daddy" "Free Dada" Say, "Free Dada" "Free Dada" I'm missin' my baby right now Free my motherfuckin' nigga Free my dirty out that motherfuckin' slammer My nigga gon' be home soon, causing hell on the streets, bitch (Sool, we gotta run that shit) you know what the fuck goin' on Say he facin' time, hell yeah, I'ma Skype somethin' Soon as he come home from the pen', I let him bite somethin' That's my baby, hell yeah, we in love First day home, let him shoot up the club (bop, bop, bop, bop) Heard that nigga on the fifth floor, let me kite him When I don't hear from my nigga, I write him He a bad boy, I don't care, that's how I like 'em Yeah, free my nigga 'til it's backwards Fuck the police, fuck the pigs, they some bastards Send my nigga flicks, say, "My pussy and my ass hurt" I need that dick, they need to free my nigga faster (I need that dick, they need to free my nigga faster) Free my nigga, free my nigga Only if he knew that this ass gettin' thicker Free my nigga, free my nigga Gone for too long, need to get home quicker Free my nigga, free my nigga When I visit him, I stuff my ass with the jiggas Free my nigga, free my nigga Tat' his name on me, so you know it's gettin' realer Acceptin' every call, fuck it, free my dawg (free him) When he touch down, we gon' cash out at the mall (ball out) Pigs always hatin', tell 'em, "Fuck 'em," bitch, we ball (fuck) Hoes yellin', "Free him," but ain't tryna throw them paws (what's up?) Real Securus Queen (real one), the realest on his team (Sexyy) Free my baby daddy, he ain't do shit, fuck you mean? (Bitch) And I need some dick (huh?), free that man quick (ayy, Sexyy) All the jail calls got me playin' with my clit' Ride or die for my nigga, shoot that fire for my nigga (on Blood) I get on the stand and I lie for my nigga (yeah) Ride or die for my nigga, shoot that fire for my nigga I get on the stand and I lie for my nigga (Sexyy) Free my nigga, free my nigga Only if he knew that this ass gettin' thicker Free my nigga, free my nigga Gone for too long, need to get home quicker Free my nigga, free my nigga When I visit him, I stuff my ass with the jiggas Free my nigga, free my nigga Tat' his name on me, so you know it's gettin' realer
Writer(s): Janae N. Wherry, Ariel Imani Moffett, Latisha Gabrielle Waller, Tyson Kong, Andre Daleon Powell, Martin Alexander Pitt, Juan Madrid, Rasool Diaz, Ryan Press Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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