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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DDG
DDG
Vocals
Queen Naija
Queen Naija
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Queen Naija
Queen Naija
Composer
Darryl Granberry, Jr.
Darryl Granberry, Jr.
Lyrics
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Composer
Nathalia Marshall
Nathalia Marshall
Composer
Rachael Kennedy
Rachael Kennedy
Composer
Lance Shipp
Lance Shipp
Composer
Katron Dreyshun Marshall
Katron Dreyshun Marshall
Songwriter
Steezefield
Steezefield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Woah Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Take a step back with that smoke Actin' like somehow you grown Bitch, you ain't grown, bitch, you ain't grown You fell in love with your vices All that I showed you was kindness Rather be on one than honest, honest, yeah Why you looking at me sideways? Say you in a different head space Why you rubbing me the wrong way? It's a little too late, woah, woah, woah, hold up Right before you call me, hold up Right before you text me, hold up Right before you hit me Put the pause on it, hit the brake on it Woah, woah, hold up Right before you call me, hold up Right before you text me, hold up Right before you hit me Put the pause on it, hit the brake on it Woah, woah, hold up Ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah, hold up, hold up) Ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah) Bet you wish you didn't mess up (Bet you wish you didn't) Come back when I'm on my come-up (Like I'm gonna let you hit it) You ain't gonna hit this, oh-na-na Oh na-na, oh na-na Who do you think you are? You're the same as you were when you walked out the door It don't work anymore on me I think it's really your pride You not expressing what you feel inside Girl, I don't know what you're trying to hide You said that you loved me, that shit was a lie You wanna show me that you're independent You're good on your own, okay baby, I get it I'm stressing you out and that's not my intention Your new nigga gon' have to wait 'til I'm finished (Yeah) Why you looking at me sideways? Say you in a different head space Why you rubbing me the wrong way? It's a little too late, woah, woah, woah, hold up Right before you call me, hold up Right before you text me, hold up Right before you hit me Put the pause on it, hit the brake on it Woah, woah, hold up Right before you call me, hold up Right before you text me, hold up Right before you hit me Put the pause on it, hit the brake on it Woah, woah, hold up You say you don't want me but I know you capping This shit overlapping, it already happened Break up for the moment, I know where it's going A rip in our bond but we already sewing We get back together, we rougher than ever But we are still young and I know it get better Ain't trying to be freaky but who make you wetter? That thing make me stay home like I'm on a tether Woah Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Take a step back with that smoke Actin' like somehow you grown Bitch, you ain't grown, bitch, you ain't grown You fell in love with your vices All that I showed you was kindness Rather be on one than honest, honest, yeah
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Rachael Kennedy, Lance Eric Shipp, Nathalia Marshall, Queen Bulls, Darryl Dwayne Jr Granberry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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