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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Remy Ma
Remy Ma
Performer
Lil' Kim
Lil' Kim
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Remy Ma
Remy Ma
Composer
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Composer
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Composer
Rayshon Cobbs
Rayshon Cobbs
Lyrics
Alexander Smith
Alexander Smith
Composer
Don Taylor
Don Taylor
Composer
Tierra Douglas
Tierra Douglas
Composer
Ted Kay
Ted Kay
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
Producer
Smitty Beats
Smitty Beats
Co-Producer
808-Ray
808-Ray
Co-Producer
Alexander Smith
Alexander Smith
Recording Engineer
Matthew Testa
Matthew Testa
Mixing Engineer
Brian Carter
Brian Carter
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

IIf Peter Piper picked 'em, I bet you Remy ducked 'em I told you not to touch 'em, it's not up for discussion! All my clothes is custom, straight from France My hands like Mayweather's, all my friends 8 and better! I get a lot of money, honey Queen Bitch I been, bitch Body a guy for my guy make you a mean bitch I'm his dream bitch Mean bitch, take one for the team bitch! Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come You bitches ain't humble 'nough Mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come! Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come These fake-ass bitches is done So wake me up early! I'm rich, I'mma stay that bitch! You fake-ass bitch, you owe homage, pay that shit! Spray that fif', the crown, I'mma take that shit 'Cause you a clown and Homey don't play that shit! See, they ain't slick, be talkin' all cray and shit And then you see 'em, they be like that they ain't say that shit! I hate that shit, I can make or break your shit See, I got options, don't make me weigh them shits! I heard he lay that dick, you let him filet that fish You just met 'im, how he bae that quick? I'll say it to your face, don't gotta relay that shit If Nick-ole a Kid-man, OJ that bitch! Take that trip, get money, make that lick Take your pick; that's your set, claim that clique! Bitch, you so thirsty, obey that shit If that's your dog, I suggest you go train that bitch! Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come You bitches ain't humble 'nough Mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come! Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come These fake-ass bitches is done So wake me up early! Kimmy B don't trust 'em, I bet you Remy bust Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff! If Kimmy B don't trust 'em, I bet you Remy bust Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff! If Queen Bee don't trust 'em, I bet you Remy bust Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff! If Queen Bee don't trust 'em, I bet you Remy bust Got these niggas on lock, but we never cuff! Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come You bitches ain't humble 'nough Mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come! Wake me up, mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come Mmm, when the mornin' come These fake-ass bitches is done So wake me up early!
Writer(s): Xenos Da Costa, Alexander Clark Smith, Mary J. Blige, Ted Kay, Andre Christopher Lyon, Don Taylor, Marcello Valenzano, Tierra Douglas, Rodney Jerkins, Rayshon Lamont Cobbs, Kimberly Jones, Remy Mackie, La Tonya Blige Da Costa, Nashiem Sa Allah Myrick, Carlos Daronde Broady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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