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Met In LA
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Toosii
Toosii
Рэп
DxnnyFxntom
DxnnyFxntom
Программирование
Midlow
Midlow
Программирование
Mekai Barrientez
Mekai Barrientez
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Naujour Grainger
Naujour Grainger
Автор песен
Terrence Bryant
Terrence Bryant
Автор песен
Daniel Aranson
Daniel Aranson
Автор песен
Mekai Barrientez
Mekai Barrientez
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
DxnnyFxntom
DxnnyFxntom
Продюсер
Midlow
Midlow
Продюсер
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Миксинг-инженер
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Мастеринг-инженер
Mekai Barrientez
Mekai Barrientez
Продюсер

Слова

So, lemme just get a feel for it first And there we go We gon' go crazy (Ayy, it's Midlow on the track, boy) Ayy, uh Met her in LA, flew her out the state Tryna make her my out of state bae And I ain't buy you Prada yet, but I'm proud of you, bae Tell the truth, I won't lie to you, bae Set the world on fire for you, bae And I treat you like my homie 'cause I'd die for you, bae Oh, know them bags ain't enough And just 'cause he got a bag don't mean that he tough You know I ain't gotta beg, I see that he bluff I put my dick between your legs, I have you creaming and stuff I ain't do shit, I ain't like them, so what you leaving me for? Tell me, is it dick the only thing you needing me for? Tell me pack my shit, want me to go, but I won't leave out the door I'll stick around, just say you need me for more And they say love hurt If nobody been loved, I'm tryna be loved first My first love was an SRT First day we met, I got no love, treated me like a refugee Play wrong, he gon' rest in peace Tired, I ain't get no sleep Standing inside his bushes, I'm tired, I been on my feet But you the only one I told and that's a fact Just promise if he die that you gon' always have my back Cut 'em off and stare at the crime scene I'm smart but that's a time thing 'Cause time after time I been played And that's why you remind me That I can never be lost in the sauce, I'm a boss And everything was a lesson, from that loss, I gained it all Met her in LA, flew her out the state Tryna make her my out of state bae And I ain't buy you Prada yet, but I'm proud of you, bae Tell the truth, I won't lie to you, bae Set the world on fire for you, bae And I treat you like my homie 'cause I'd die for you, bae Oh, know them bags ain't enough And just 'cause he got a bag don't mean that he tough You know I ain't gotta beg, I see that he bluff I put my dick between your legs, I have you creaming and stuff I ain't do shit, I ain't like them, so what you leaving me for? Tell me, is it dick the only thing you needing me for? Tell me pack my shit, want me to go, but I won't leave out the door I'll stick around, just say you need me for more That's why you remind me That I can never be lost in the sauce, I'm a boss And everything was a lesson, from that loss, I gained it all
Writer(s): Naujour Lazier Grainger, Daniel Carter Aranson, Mekai Barrientez, Terrence Bryant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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