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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wale
Wale
Vocals
Kelly Price
Kelly Price
Vocals
D. Woo
D. Woo
Programming
Kyle Donald
Kyle Donald
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kelly Price
Kelly Price
Songwriter
Tracy Carter
Tracy Carter
Songwriter
Norva Denton
Norva Denton
Songwriter
William Harmon
William Harmon
Songwriter
Olubowale Akintimehin
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D. Woo
D. Woo
Producer
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Additional Producer
Quintin Gulledge
Quintin Gulledge
Additional Producer
Todd Bergman
Todd Bergman
Recording Engineer
Kevin Spencer
Kevin Spencer
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

On my way to Bootsy Bellows with hella the hoes Try and think what I'ma tell 'em when they get alone I'm a glutton for women I shouldn't yearn for Shouldn't be tempted, but baby, I like to hurt, or Maybe 'cause I was searchin', I found me the perfect person But me and her didn't work out, she buried what she worked for And I carried the bitterness of a kola nut Nigerian shit, my parents never showed much Womanizer, probably could've been a feminist 'Cause I respect 'em, but Lord, I got polygamy problems The hoodie come from Barneys, spendin' money is therapeutic To wear the shit they don't think that you care to buy So we buying Prada, Balenciaga like it is nada In the Ferrari, my fear is God and tax problems Pierre Moss, I dropped ten on my last visit And half that up at Saks, I favor black businesses Sue me, l'm rootin' for everybody that's black, yeah, uh huh, yeah Sue me, I'm rootin' for everybody that's black, yo, yo yo, look, look Sue me, I'm rootin' for everybody that's black Spent 'bout two racks on handmade durags Sue me, I'm rootin' for everybody that's black That's everybody from sports to college class to rap, and back Hold up, yo, look People, people, the high life is a movie, we ain't promised a sequel Ambition, my second album, how was you sleepin'? Dropped the album with Seinfeld, they thought I was tweakin' A prophet, a genius I'm flyin' with Lena, I'm ridin' with Nina One write for the Chi, one right where I need her The funny thing is I'll always be single I love me some Logan, I love me some Issa I'll never get either, no one Venice Queens me I'm a drunk, I'm a demon Heaven knows I'm a dreamer I seen Taraji and Kelvin, always hope I could be that I fell in love with an actress actin' like she don't need me Polarizin' the sun, underrated again Show business will never love you the way you love it You come and we go, they quick to forget So every boujee event I attend, I tell 'em this Sue me, l'm rootin' for everybody that's black, yeah, uh huh, yeah Sue me, I'm rootin' for everybody that's black, yo, yo yo, look, look Sue me, I'm rootin' for everybody that's black Spent 'bout two racks on handmade durags Sue me, I'm rootin' for everybody that's black That's everybody from sports to college class to rap, and back I need you to know you're so beautiful I need you to know you're so beautiful, oh Okay, sue me, I'm rootin' for everybody that's black Everybody be asking my sixth album my last I'm super sick of this business My daughter missin' me, nigga The whip is bullet repellent But they gon' kill me with tax Niggas really on clout, they ain't checkin' for stats Who a decade or better, givin' niggas decadent rap Respect is in order, hate me, better do it loud Root for everybody black, haters say "That's crazy, wow" That's crazy, wow
Writer(s): Kelly Price, Norva Denton, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Tracy Carter, Darius Wooten, William Zack Harmon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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