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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Vocals
Jhené Aiko
Jhené Aiko
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Lyrics
Jhené Aiko
Jhené Aiko
Lyrics
Dacoury Natche
Dacoury Natche
Composer
Brian Kidd
Brian Kidd
Composer
Ernest Dion Wilson
Ernest Dion Wilson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Brian Kidd
Brian Kidd
Additional Producer
Michael Law Thomas
Michael Law Thomas
Recording Engineer
Casey Cuayo
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sean Tallman
Sean Tallman
Mixing Engineer
Ahmed Kahn
Ahmed Kahn
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Producer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Jim Caruana
Jim Caruana
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Pop it baby, don't keep me waitin' Be my lover, be my lady Other people drive me crazy Really got me thinkin, about ya body I know it was your birthday I know I didn't call right away I know it hurt you in the worst way I know that I would trade it all if you stay I know I'm not perfect I know that everybody ain't But if it's one thing I know that I know, I know nothing at all You don't pick up when I call I'll make it up by tomorrow You know that love is a brawl So I'll be fighting for ya, I'll be fighting for ya Pop it baby, don't keep me waitin' Be my lover, be my lady Other people drive me crazy Really got me thinkin', about ya body Lalalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalalala Can I hit it in the morning? Can I hit it in the night? And if I told you that I love you would you know it was a lie Pretty woman, how you function with the devil in your thighs? I see heaven in your eyes, I love to see you cry The drugs inside your mind got you thinking different Why you hiding from me? Fuck your inhibitions Why you crazy lover? Think that you should be my baby mother Let me slow it down, think I'm kinda tripping Pop it baby, don't keep me waitin' Be my lover, be my lady Other people drive me crazy Really got me thinkin', about ya body Lalalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalalala Lalalalalalalalala Ass fat, can I take it out them jeans? Lemme know Church bells sing, wedding rings, Lemme know Baby girl I'm ready, whatchu' ready for? Lemme know Fuck the fuss and fighting, we should let it go, lemme know Feeling like I need you, I need for you to lemme know Nothing come between us, I need for you to lemme know Everybody looking for that special soul, is it you? If you think it's true, need you to lemme know Baby lemme know, if you feelin' right, you can spend the night We can go, anywhere you like, nothing got a price I suppose, that you wasn't quite the type who be doing it Fo' sho, we can keep it on the low and take a load off Soon as you walk up in the room, take ya clothes off Bed to the floor, baby you know how it go Nothing less and nothing more than what we make it Consummating for a long time 'til the condom breakin' Conversations in my head about some head, you got some commentary for a nigga? I ain't tryna be too forward with ya, lookin' forward to ya Tryna split a couple kids, maybe mortgage with ya Do it all to get ya So just lemme know Pop it baby, don't keep me waitin' Be my lover, be my lady Other people drive me crazy Really got me thinkin, about ya body I'mma let you know, that I got that dough But if you take a toke You gon' be runnin' round tripping 'til you get your hands on more, yeah You gotta be certain cause 'fore you consider fucking me Cause you hit this shit once I know you gon' be in love with me
Writer(s): Ernest Wilson, Brian Kidd, Dacoury Natche, Vince Staples, Jhene Chilombo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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