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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
The Ensemble
The Ensemble
Background Vocals
Syd
Syd
Vocals
WANMOR
WANMOR
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Eaholtz
Nick Eaholtz
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Robert Richardson
Robert Richardson
Songwriter
Syd
Syd
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Raps
Bobby Raps
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Brendan Morawski
Brendan Morawski
Mixing Engineer
Kesha "K. Lee" Lee
Kesha "K. Lee" Lee
Mixing Engineer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer

Lyrics

Treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah Tell my redbone call my red phone (yeah) Oh (yeah), oh, oh-oh (yeah), oh Treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah Tell my redbone call my red phone, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah Tell my redbone call my red phone It's emergency I hit you up just with that urgency Know I need your love like you ain't never heard of me And I know I was dead wrong, yeah I wanna turn up, just another sad song, yeah I focus just to make it stack tall, yeah Got drip, got sauce, can dress her ass off, yeah We get so geeked, we call that blastoff, ayy I'ma pull up on that girl, mask off, ayy No stallin', say that I'm playing, girl, I'ma do this regardless (yeah) You fry my brain, them chemicals made me heartless I'm the one that's normal, don't understand, are you Martian? And I can see her in the rough She be shining like a diamond (ooh) All these boys, they can't find it (yeah) And that lil' boy, he be lyin' (yeah) Keep on tryna take my persona (huh?) Bite me up like a piranha (bite) Buy the real deal, I swear you is a kinda But over you, I'll still pull up the comma I put that shit right there right on my mama Woah, yeah, yeah Yeah, woah Treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah Tell my redbone call my red phone For emergency I hit you up just with that urgency Know I need your love like you ain't never heard of me And I know I was dead wrong, yeah I wanna turn up, just another sad song, yeah (damn) My exes, I think they were bad luck, yeah I promise you gon' be the last one, yeah Vacation just so you can have fun, yeah Got 'em wishin' they were you, ain't that somethin', somethin'? I'm outside in the black truck, jump in So much better than my last one, that's why they mad, huh Wondering how he got me wrapped up, up, uh-huh You make the rules, babe Laundry on Tuesdays, don't stay out too late But if you do, just let me know who you with Tell me the truth, tell the judge I ain't do shit Yeah, yeah (yeah) Treat my darkskin like my redbone, yeah Tell my redbone call my red phone Emergency I hit you up just with that urgency Know I need your love like you ain't never heard of me And I know I was dead wrong, yeah I wanna turn up, just another sad song, yeah
Writer(s): Nicholas John Charles Eaholtz, Sydney Loren Bennett, Symere Woods, Robert John Richardson, Wesley Tyler Glass Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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