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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Justine Skye
Justine Skye
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Composer
G. Proby
G. Proby
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Nathaniel Alford
Nathaniel Alford
Recording Engineer
Marcos Tovar
Marcos Tovar
Mixing Engineer

Letra

Big papa You dun lost my mother top shotta Gave you one more chance, and you didn't love me proper Thirsty Okay momma give you little water But no more nana, truely he does it better (uh) If you wanna talk we can talk about it But really there ain't nothing left to figure out And if you wanna stop put your figures down Boy, I got to go (oh), I'm out the door (oh) I seen't you, I peeped you You glassed, you see through Red flag, but I still believed you Pack up and move on is what you need to do No more breath to waste on you I had so much faith in you You did what you wanted to And now I gotta make moves, yeah Boy, you a lil' boy Still playin' games, you can miss me with the noise Boy, you's a lil' boy And I ain't got time for no itty, bitty boys Damn, thought you had plans to be the man But you too busy tryna be peter pan Blowin' up my phone, now catch me if you can But you could never catch me Red carpet at the ESPYs' Erased all the selfies, taking pictures with my nexty Know you friendzoned, so you tryna' be my bestie That ain't how the gang go A new nigga in the house like L, L can go No more breath to waste on you I had so much faith in you You did what you wanted to And now I gotta make moves, yeah Boy, you a lil' boy Still playin' games, you can miss me with the noise Boy, you's a lil' boy And I ain't got time for no itty, bitty boys
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Glenda Proby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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