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Fresco Trey - Not That Person (Visualizer)
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fresco Trey
Fresco Trey
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aramis Gentry
Aramis Gentry
Songwriter
Christos Panos
Christos Panos
Songwriter
Tom Koppers
Tom Koppers
Songwriter
Trey Ashton Davis
Trey Ashton Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony Smith
Anthony Smith
Mixing Engineer
Redonthebeat
Redonthebeat
Producer

Letra

Girl Girl No, no, no Ayy She want Birkin, yeah She want Gucci and Chanel Expensive purses, yeah Just want a nigga treat her well I'm not that person, nah, nah And I'm not that person, nah, nah And she want Fendi She don't mess with broke boys, she got plenty Small town girl who fell in love with the city She fell in love with the city, yeah She don't want no man 'Cause she want bands and I'll admit it I was tryna blow a bag to fuck but I was trippin', aye Caught inside a trans, I know my last girl in her feelings She ain't want no love, she just want pearls and True Religion I ain't tryna be no helping hand 'Cause we bump heads and now I get it She don't fully understand me And my lifestyle that I'm living And my bank account a little bigger Know her insides a little bitter Ain't no replacing me, that's gon' be hard to do 'Cause I'm that nigga, yeah She got rich dreams I got what you need But nine times out of ten A nigga probably out your league Don't know what that mean Alexander McQueen Flexing for the 'Gram It's never what it really seem She want Birkin, yeah She want Gucci and Chanel Expensive purses, yeah Just want a nigga treat her well I'm not that person, nah, nah And I'm not that person, nah, nah (yeah, yeah, yeah) And she want Fendi (Fendi) She don't mess with broke boys, she got plenty Small town girl who fell in love with the city She fell in love with the city, yeah Gotta buy her Dolce & Gabbana Just to put up with her drama Just tryna fuck I ain't tryna be the one to meet your momma I spent 30 thousand up in New York City, now you wonder Why she wanna let me do whatever I wanna, yeah Went to the dealer cashed out She missed out, she mad now She was playing and I moved on So I think that she sad now And we don't beef with niggas no more At this point we laugh now I'm getting too much cash now My new bitch is bad now, yeah She got rich dreams I got what you need But nine times out of ten A nigga probably out your league Don't know what that mean Alexander McQueen Flexing for the 'Gram It's never what it really seem She want Birkin, yeah She want Gucci and Chanel Expensive purses, yeah Just want a nigga treat her well I'm not that person, nah, nah And I'm not that person, nah, nah And she want Fendi (Fendi) She don't mess with broke boys, she got plenty Small town girl who fell in love with the city She fell in love with the city, oh yeah (oh, no, no)
Writer(s): Trey Davis, Aramis Gentry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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