Music Video

Upcoming Concerts for Keke Palmer

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keke Palmer
Keke Palmer
Performer
Sean Garrett
Sean Garrett
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Garrett
Sean Garrett
Composer
Blair Andre Atkinson
Blair Andre Atkinson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Garrett
Sean Garrett
Producer
Blair "Supe" Atkinson
Blair "Supe" Atkinson
Co-Producer
Josh Samuel
Josh Samuel
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Two up Fuck who up? I was sitting in the coup, watch the bitch pull up Hate a nigga think he slick, bitch rick ruler Tell her, if she tag me again she gon' see thriller You say that you promise to love me, love me That's what you said But I see your shawty all on my IG She just play, play If I didn't have so much going for me (for me) I'd fuck you up for this jealousy Bitch, don't let this TV make you think that you know me Chi-Town, south side, Mudville; Bitch, what's good? (What I'd do) I don't have to twist no fingers, just know I'm good (What I'd do) You betta get beside her 'fore you catch me in a lineup Tied up in a case I ain't got no business involved (All because you in your feelings that we ain't what we were) So tired of nigga's appetite Always wanna share the spotlight My type is them boys that got a little street life I could still find little bitches same time, give her that love But nigga granted, I let you get up in the panties You panicked, guess I'm moving on, you can't stand it Fuck a virgo over one time, I leave you stranded I'm passed it, ain't no hard feelings at all You say that you promise to love me, love me That's what you said But I see your shawty all on my IG She just play, play If I didn't have so much going for me (for me) I'd fuck you up for this jealousy Bitch, don't let this TV make you think that you know me I know you ain't into her (I know you ain't into her) But she is the best option you could grab Your insecurities have been revealed but you're not saying a thing (a thing) No need to speak She know you hitting my phone? So sick, nigga please, what is it you want? If you're taking her away (on vacation) Then there ain't no need in texting me I know she a thing for the thirsty She gon' be the first one to let that slip Tell that bitch don't come around here unless she ready for the shit She ain't been on before You say that you promise to love me, love me That's what you said But I see your shawty all on my IG She just play, play If I didn't have so much going for me (for me) I'd fuck you up for this jealousy Bitch, don't let this TV make you think that you know me You say that you promise to love me, love me That's what you said But I see your shawty all on my IG She just play, play If I didn't have so much going for me (for me) I'd fuck you up for this jealousy Bitch, don't let this TV make you think that you know me
Writer(s): Garrett Hamler, Blair Atkinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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