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Слушать: The-Dream — Crown - EP
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
The-Dream
The-Dream
Программирование
Eddie Smith III
Eddie Smith III
Программирование
C."Tricky" Stewart
C."Tricky" Stewart
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Terius Nash
Terius Nash
Композитор
C. Harris Jr
C. Harris Jr
Композитор
Christopher Stewart
Christopher Stewart
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Godz of Analog
Godz of Analog
Продюсер
Bart Schoudel
Bart Schoudel
Инженер
Alec Newell
Alec Newell
Инженер звукозаписи
Terius Nash
Terius Nash
Продюсер
Brendon Harding
Brendon Harding
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Jordan Lewis
Jordan Lewis
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Andrew Wuepper
Andrew Wuepper
Миксинг-инженер
Josh Drucker
Josh Drucker
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
C."Tricky" Stewart
C."Tricky" Stewart
Продюсер

Слова

I just make her wyl out, wyl out She don't love you cause if she did She wouldn't be all on my phone right now like that's my dick Nigga she don't love you cause if she did She wouldn't be all in the club reppin' like she my bitch Nigga that's my shit, you can't stand it but that's my shit Don't need to be dramatic but that's my shit Let a nigga try to come behind me She met you while tryna find me Try to never mind me Ain't gotta remind me boy that's my shit [1: The-Dream You tryna make her wyl out, I just make 'em wyl out I put that pussy in your brain, you put that pussy in a drought I make 'em wanna stay, you just make 'em wanna leave She want me to put a ring on it, but you still wanna be seen We've been place that you'll never, ever, ever go I know shit about her that you'll never, ever, ever know I know how to push that button, trust me I'm just fuckin' And you gone say that you don't care but I know you give a fuck She don't love you cause if she did She wouldn't be all on my phone right now like that's my dick Nigga she don't love you cause if she did She wouldn't be all in the club reppin' like she my bitch Nigga that's my shit, you can't stand it but that's my shit Don't need to be dramatic but that's my shit Let a nigga try to come behind me She met you while tryna find me Try to never mind me Ain't gotta remind me boy that's my shit I call and she comin', you call, hit the button Love it when I shove it and I have it all in her stomach You the type to act "why you ain't call me or nothin'?" And I wouldn't have that bitch in the mall with me for nothin' You keep petty conversation We know two words, orgasm and penetration Bitch naw, ball to the wall, goin' all in Send her ass back to ya, hope you fall in Kick it with her ratchet friend, you too (?) to know Push it to the club and got 'em all in, scrub That anything that you would give one day To know the life a real nigga live one day Know what it like when niggas fuck with you for real for running yay And can still hit the streets and get a mil in one day She don't love you cause if she did She wouldn't be all on my phone right now like that's my dick Nigga she don't love you cause if she did She wouldn't be all in the club reppin' like she my bitch Nigga that's my shit, you can't stand it but that's my shit Don't need to be dramatic but that's my shit Let a nigga try to come behind me She met you while tryna find me Try to never mind me Ain't gotta remind me boy that's my shit
Writer(s): Christopher Stewart, Clifford Harris, Terius Nash Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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