Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Composição
Mike Hector
Mike Hector
Composição
Mike Wilson
Mike Wilson
Composição
Nicholas Varvatsoulis
Nicholas Varvatsoulis
Composição
Niles Groce
Niles Groce
Composição
Omar Gómez
Omar Gómez
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Elyas
Elyas
Produção
Mike Hector
Mike Hector
Produção
Snapz
Snapz
Produção

Letra

Fuck, fuck, ayy, ayy, ayy Fuck, fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah Fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah Oh, she a dog with that shit (woof) Got me on a leash, shorty need a collar for my dick, ayy I'm fuck it 'til it ain't no walls in that bitch When I throw it on you, baby, make her tell it like I said it Oh, she a dog with that shit (woof, damn, fuck) Come here, baby, let me get your number right quick I be walkin' in and fuckin' up the summer and shit When she walk in here, she get to dun-dun-dunin' in this shit Dropped the cash out my bag go to thumbin' the shit Bitch, I don't, I don't, I don't want, bitch, I'm definitely rich I paid your airfare for you 'cause definitely lit Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah Fuck, fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah Fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah I'm a big timer nigga, yeah, don't forget it, yeah That mean I'ma fuck if she all in my city, yeah You a broke nigga, don't fuck with me, yeah You a broke bitch, you might still get the dick Ayy, pretty face, waist, ass, why I'm fuckin' with you I said, "Fuck that nigga" 'cause I'm fuckin' richer He got a Richard Mille, nigga, fuck Richard I'll be damned if I buy a leather bag for my hand, I'm drunk Oh, yeah, you gon' sleep after we fuck but I don't know where I go deep in her tree trunk, I fuck, no care Then I ah, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet in your hair I'ma fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah Fuck it up, fuckin' up your lace front She gon' throw it back tonight, lil' mama can't run She done dropped a couple pounds, now you can't front Pretty face, waist, ass, yeah
Writer(s): Daystar Peterson, Mike Ryan Hector, Omar Gomez, Niles Groce, Elias Sticken, Nicholas Varvatsoulis, Mike Hitman Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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