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Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Автор песен
Ernest Brown III
Ernest Brown III
Автор песен
Roger Troutman
Roger Troutman
Автор песен
Terry Troutman
Terry Troutman
Автор песен
Donald DeGrate
Donald DeGrate
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Charlie Heat
Charlie Heat
Продюсер
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Инженер
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Миксинг-инженер
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Мастеринг-инженер
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Ассистент инженера
Chris Bhikoo
Chris Bhikoo
Ассистент инженера

Слова

[Verse 1]
Yeah
You know they say it's always gon' be a badder bitch, for some reason that don't apply to you
I can't even lie to you, these bitches is bad, but just not as fine as you, they
Looking at me like, "How come I'm not outside with you?" They
Looking at me like, "Who gon' make this **** fold?"
Walking all in my line of sight, tryna find out who I'ma like, let me show her to you
Let me hit her phone, "Bae, these hoes in here doin' pick and rolls," I
Know I said I was out with the bros, but I need you to go put different clothes on
Come outside
I don't know the difference between Swiss and provolone
But I know the difference between my bitch and these hoes, she got a **** cheesin'
Not for any reason other than
She borderline comedian
Stay in her lane while these bitches drive on the median
Damn
Like it's 2012, I'm swerving this ho, and I mean it (Swerve)
I'm showin' no mercy to hoes, and I mean it
It's only you in this black Lamborghini, I feel like Bruce Wayne, but I need a Selena
Done wit' the Batman, you happy to see it, just gimme dat cat, and I'm happy to eat it
I'm mad at you teasin', these bitches, they lack what I need, and let's keep it a rack, they not half of what she is, I swear
Won't be no mackin' for me, and I swear
Won't be no casualties, and I swear she a killer if she in the middle and move to the right
She still the center, my truest delight, I cannot be sleazy proving her right, nah
Better know I ain't come in here to go back and forth with no stare downs, baby, 'cause
And my rosters just you with like eight or nine different hairstyles, baby
Whether it's braided now or hair down maybe, or curly, or straight
You switch it up year round, two-strand twist, it ain't fair now, baby
Chill
[Outro]
Nah, for real, you gotta chill
Chill out, you got all these bitches mad in here
But I only see you, so it don't even matter for real
Believe that
Written by: Bryson Tiller, Donald DeGrate, Ernest Brown III, Roger Troutman, Terry Troutman
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