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Out Of Love
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tecca
Lil Tecca
Vocals
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Programming
TheSkyBeats
TheSkyBeats
Programming
Saint Luca
Saint Luca
Programming
William Repko II
William Repko II
Programming
Internet Money
Internet Money
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Composer
FREDERIK THRANE
FREDERIK THRANE
Songwriter
William Repko II
William Repko II
Songwriter
Anders Lunøe
Anders Lunøe
Songwriter
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer
TheSkyBeats
TheSkyBeats
Producer
Saint Luca
Saint Luca
Producer
Edgard Herrera
Edgard Herrera
Mixing Engineer
Joseph Colmenero
Joseph Colmenero
Engineer
William Repko II
William Repko II
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's my love, it's your love, it's our love And I be thinkin' the world is out of love So lovestruck, it's fucked up And she don't really care because Everybody want the same thing New chain, new car and the same ring I just wanna make money with the same gang New glass, new frame, but the same lane Whole team cold different but the same pain Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, I just want a plain jane Bitches fuckin' different niggas for the same fame I'm committed to myself nigga, so I can't change She wanna pop it, lock it, drop it I'm so up, baby, stop it Tinted windows drivin' 'round 'cause I'm poppin' She wanna come, my bitch showin' no love Toxic, baby, can't trust, be honest She want me to hit it, no boxin' Pass the grip, toss it Hop in the Bentley, the 'Rari, the Mulsanne You got a problem with me? You can come say it Pass the lil' thottie off, I had to relay it Now when they say my name, they be like, "He made it" "Oh shit, that's Tecca, that boy up in N.Y." I'm really from Queens, but they say I'm from L.I Sixth grade up in two thirty-one with my fellas Since out when I moved out the hood, we all fell out Obvious that we don't give a fuck They used to stick me up And now they showin' up And now they showin' love I'm gettin' love from up above No, no, don't hit me up No, no, don't hit me up, no, no Everybody want the same thing New chain, new car and the same ring I just wanna make money with the same gang New glass, new frame, but the same lane Whole team cold different but the same pain Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, I just want a plain jane Bitches fuckin' different niggas for the same fame I'm committed to myself nigga, so I can't change She wanna pop it, lock it, drop it I'm so up, stop it Tinted windows drivin' 'round 'cause I'm poppin' She wanna come, my bitch showin' no love Toxic, baby, can't trust, be honest She want me to hit it, no boxin' Pass the grip, toss it It's my love, it's your love, it's our love And I be thinkin' the world is out of love So lovestruck, it's fucked up And she don't really care because Everybody want the same thing New chain, new car and the same ring And I just wanna make money with the same gang New glass, new frame, but the same lane And the whole team cold different but the same pain Rollie, Rollie, Rollie, I just want a plain jane Bitches fuckin' different niggas for the same fame I'm committed to myself nigga, so I can't change Obvious that we don't give a fuck They used to stick me up, stick me up I'm gettin' love from up above No, no, don't hit me up, hit me up
Writer(s): Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Nicholas Mira, Tyler Justin Sharpe, Frederik Alexander Thrane, William Repko, Anders Lunoee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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