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Kash Doll & Summer Walker- No Lames ONE STOP CHOP SHOP REMIX
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kash Doll
Kash Doll
Vocals
Summer Walker
Summer Walker
Vocals
Yonni
Yonni
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronald M. Ferebee Jr
Ronald M. Ferebee Jr
Songwriter
Brittney Barber
Brittney Barber
Songwriter
Arkeisha Knight
Arkeisha Knight
Songwriter
Devon Langford
Devon Langford
Songwriter
Sean Phelan
Sean Phelan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yonni
Yonni
Producer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Sean Seaton
Sean Seaton
Engineer

Lyrics

Kash Doll Summer Walker Hey Really, really wish that I could trust you Wish that it was easier to love you Guards up, back up, that's the way to be Wanna chill but my friends keep tellin' me that- These boys are all the same (All the same) These boys are all the same Don't kick it with no lames Send 'em back from where they came Sis' he got you stressin', I got all my edges Hope you learned your lesson You blockin' all your blessings You could be on private jets, sittin' pretty flexin' Instead you goin' back and forth, arguin' and textin' (Boy bye) See I'm selfmade, I got my own, don't need you plate Take 'em or leave 'em, that's I treat 'em, I'ma be straight I hang up on niggas, I ain't 'bout to have a bad day You do what you want but I'm just tellin' you the Kash way (Yeah) Really, really wish that I could trust you Wish that it was easier to love you Guards up, back up, that's the way to be Wanna chill but my friends keep tellin' me that- These boys are all the same (All the same) These boys are all the same Don't kick it with no lames Send 'em back from where they came I tell 'em never introduce me to a vibe you can't maintain I'm never into losin' and if I can't win I'm out the game Look, body got you stuck but I can't even let you fuck, uh Word is you keep some random bitches in your trunk What I look like? The type to get to bleachin' all your stuff? Naw I'm good, block your number, bag or not I had enough Bag 'em all, I'm bad enough Want a nigga, never need one They stupid over pussy, over dick I'd never be dumb (It's Kash) Really, really wish that I could trust you Wish that it was easier to love you Guards up, back up, that's the way to be Wanna chill but my friends keep tellin' me that- These boys are all the same (All the same) These boys are all the same Don't kick it with no lames (Ooh) Send 'em back from where they came These boys are all the same (The same) These boys are all the same (The same) Don't kick it with no lames (Ooh) Send 'em back from where they came Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh no Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Ronald M Jr Ferebee, Brittany Chikyra Barber, Arkeisha Knight, Devin Allen Langford, Sean Seaton, Robert Lavelle Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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