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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stuart Stapleton
Stuart Stapleton
Songwriter
Jack Fowler
Jack Fowler
Songwriter
Matthew Wallace
Matthew Wallace
Songwriter
Jason Deford
Jason Deford
Songwriter
Ernest Smith
Ernest Smith
Songwriter
David Ray Stevens
David Ray Stevens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Still Matthews
Still Matthews
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Lyrics

So pretty and savage She opened her bag, I swear that she's bad as can be And all of them bothers They throwing them dollars, but she's only fucking with me She so smooth, she's so classy, so ratchet So sassy, so nasty, so fancy and trashy, yeah So independent, she don't need shit from me No, she don't need nothing at all They ain't fucking with her when it come to money Man she gon' out-hustle them all She's so fine, she's so sweet She's all mine, she smokes weed, she goes long, I go deep On that drink, she's so street Late night, she's on a mission She only dances with ghosts (only dance with ghosts) Sits in the dark and listens to Writings on the wall (writings on the wall) She's just looking for something to hold She be getting high but laying low She's so afraid that she's gon' be alone She gon' grip 'em 'til they let her go (only dance with ghosts) Stupid, told me not to lose myself Inside my own addictions, Lord, I need some help The answer's stolen, and I prayed my prayers And I keep looking up but ain't nobody there The boss of the bitches I ain't gotta mention, she really be tricking them tricks I know that she loyal She ain't got shit for 'em, it's just like her hitting the lick She's so brave, I'm amazed Her head game is insane, that sex game is the same, it's that flame, yeah Sometimes she's sober And sometimes she's fucking up but you'll never know And out of her body if she's on that molly Or if she done fucked with her nose And she do what she want and it's still on the low Ain't no one gotta know, yeah, she sticks to the code Late night, she's on a mission She only dances with ghosts (only dance with ghosts) Sits in the dark and listens to Writings on the wall (writings on the wall) She's just looking for something to hold She be getting high but laying low She's so afraid that she's gon' be alone She gon' grip 'em 'til they let her go (only dance with ghosts) Stupid, told me not to lose myself Inside my own addictions, Lord, I need some help The answer's stolen, and I prayed my prayers And I keep looking up but ain't nobody there
Writer(s): Ernest Keith Smith, Jason Deford, Stuart Stapleton, William Jack Fowler, David Ray Stevens, Matthew Eric Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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