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Ty Dolla $ign
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Bongo ByTheWay
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Christian Ward
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James Royo
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Christian Ward
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Ty Dolla $ign
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Bongo ByTheWay
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Christian Ward
Продюсер
Todd Norman
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Manny Park
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Matthew Sim
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Sauce Miyagi
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James Royo
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Dave Kutch
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(Hm, 4Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah
You know what I'm saying? Yeah
Ty (so)
I just text my main chic (main)
I told her I ain't coming home (home)
I just text my main chic (main)
I told her, I ain't coming home (home), tonight
(Bongo By The Way) hey!
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb')
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding 'round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly, "12 Play" with the foreplay
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I'm just misunderstood
I just text my main chic (main)
I told her I ain't coming home (home)
I just text my main chic (main)
I told her, I ain't coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chic (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain't coming home tonight (home)
(Uh-oh) how you living, nigga, how you living? (Skrrt)
I'm on jet ski's with naked bitches
Give my last city naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That's how, you know, when it's all bad (all bad)
She call me or text, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I'm doing all that
I tell her I'm not, she like, "YG, you a thot"
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4 Hunnid, ah), I'm just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon' stop
But it's kind of hard, when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It's kind of hard, when you're making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
I just text my main chic (main)
I told her I ain't coming home (home)
I just text my main chic (main)
I told her I ain't coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chic (main)
I told her I ain't coming home tonight (home)
Writer(s): Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Donell Jones, Uforo Imeh Ebong, Jeffrey Gitelman, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Kyle Albert West, Dewayne Julius Jr. Rogers, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Michael Keith, Christian Ward, Daron Tavaris Jones, Quinnes Daymond Parker, Marvin E. Scandrick, Sean Puffy Combs, Steven A. Jordan, Christopher Wallace
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