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YG - Konclusions (Audio) ft. Kehlani
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
YG
Performer
Kehlani
Kehlani
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Composer
Boi-1da
Boi-1da
Composer
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Composer
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Composer
Kehlani Ashley Parrish
Kehlani Ashley Parrish
Composer
Faraji Wright
Faraji Wright
Composer
2Pac
2Pac
Composer
Katari Cox
Katari Cox
Composer
Rufus Lee Cooper III
Rufus Lee Cooper III
Composer
Joseph Paquette
Joseph Paquette
Composer
Yafeu Fula
Yafeu Fula
Composer
Bruce Washington
Bruce Washington
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Producer
Boi-1da
Boi-1da
Producer
Dee Brown
Dee Brown
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jahaan Sweet
Jahaan Sweet
Producer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

La, la, la, la, la, la, la Ayy, do you fuck me how I fuck with you? Ayy, is your love for me bulletproof? If I fuck on a bitch, is you gon' fuck on dude? Is we gon' play monkey see, monkey do? If I fuck you good, is you gon' fuck me back? Is you really gon' get my name tat'? Top of the mornin', you throw that thang back I love how you keep that thang waxed Ayy, I wanna know if this mutual I wanna know if this suit us both I wanna know 'cause you beautiful I wanna know 'cause I'm spendin' time I wanna know, got too much pride Is this a full-time or this part-time? I wanna know, don't leave me blind Don't wanna know your past, 'cause I'm yo' new I just wanna know every nigga you sent some nudes Do you fuck with me how I fuck with you? I wanna know if we can fuck up in this coupe When I say I love you (Love you) That means I love you No matter what conclusion we come to (to, to, to) I'm the one you run to And I always come through Nothing I won't do You say you want a ride-or-die Well, la, la, la, la, la, la, I ride But you know I'ma ride, la, la, la, la, la, la When the streets ain't safe, can I slide wit' you? I heard they lookin' for me, can I hide wit' you? You look like you light candles and like the honest truth You got that positive vibe, I'm tryna vibe wit' you I ain't the type that shake before I pop, I ain't soda I'm the type to ice your neck, a lil' diamond choker I ain't the type to put you in that baby Range Rover I'm that type that give you love taps when I bend you over Ayy, I do you proper, have you singin' operas 2020, Bonnie and Clyde, who the fuck gon' stop us? Paparazzi catch us out, we look like big shoppers Big Saint Laurent, big Louis Vuitton with the big Prada I had us lookin' crazy in front of the club That camera man got me fucked up Even though it wasn't what they said it was Red roses down your hallway, lead you to your tub When I say I love you (Love you) That means I love you No matter what conclusion we come to (to, to, to) I'm the one you run to And I always come through Nothing I won't do You say you want a ride-or-die Well, la, la, la, la, la, la, I ride But you know I'ma ride, la, la, la, la, la, la
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Rufus Lee Cooper, Katari T. Cox, Tyrone J. Wrice, Bruce Washington, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Joseph Paquette, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Allen Raphael Ritter, Yafeu A. Fula, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Faraji Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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