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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rico Nasty
Rico Nasty
Vocals
Harry Edwards
Harry Edwards
Guitar
Mahalia Burkmar
Mahalia Burkmar
Vocals
Miraa May
Miraa May
Additional Vocals
Cadenza
Cadenza
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rico Nasty
Rico Nasty
Songwriter
Mahalia
Mahalia
Songwriter
Daniel Cartisano
Daniel Cartisano
Songwriter
Harry Edwards
Harry Edwards
Songwriter
Miraa May
Miraa May
Songwriter
Oliver Rodigan
Oliver Rodigan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Edwards
Harry Edwards
Additional Producer
Joshua “Jay Que” Queen
Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Cadenza
Cadenza
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
GRADES
GRADES
Vocal Producer

Lyrics

From the Southside (what's up, skrr) Summer's outside, chillin', Westside (skrr) You know what I do, yeah Thick in my thighs too, huh Baby, you're so jealous of me Topic Céline, drippin' in Louis Patek on me, yeah-yeah (huh) Please don't touch me, yeah-yeah You say I don't feel no way Baby, what you mean that I don't feel no way? You want sympathy, but I don't feel the same All my bitches with me and we paved our way Cinnamon and sugar, yeah, I'm made this way Mmm, I'm going crazy Think you know me but you never made me Mmm, cannot play me I've been bad from when I was a baby Mmm, I'm going crazy Think you know me but you never made me Mmm, cannot play me I've been bad from when I was a- Meet me outside Let's see if you bad when I pull up in my ride (skrr) Tell me, what you gon' do (tell me what you gon' do) When I put it on you? (On it, babe) Well, are you feelin' jealous of me? Stop it, silly Can't see me for free 'Less you 'bout it, yeah-yeah Are you really 'bout it? Yeah-yeah All my bitches feel that way Pay for all our shit and we don't feel no way Always with the shit, no, I don't play no games Miss me with that shit please, no, don't come my way 'Less you got that heart, then you can't come my way (yeah) Hm, I'm going crazy (crazy, yeah-yeah) Think you know me but you never made me Hm, cannot play me I've been bad from when I was a baby Hm, I'm going cray Think you know me but you never made me Hm, cannot play me (Rico, Rico) I've been bad from when I was a- I got her jealous, I can't help it, no, it's not my fault You could do better, so do better, go and prove me wrong (huh) You out here politickin' with the ones that's out to get me Bitches all in my face and you the one they first to mention Know that's your new girl, come and tell her, "Hold on" Almost bought you a whip so we could get our roll on I find it crazy, I thought of you as my roll dawg I showed you off and it turned you into a show-off I'ma have to start without you, baby (I'ma have to start without you) I'ma do what I want to, baby (I'ma do what I want to) I won't be stuck without you, baby (I won't be stuck without you) Goin' to the club with my crew, baby Mmm, I'm going crazy Think you know me but you never made me Mmm, cannot play me I've been bad from when I was a baby Mmm, I'm going crazy Think you know me but you never made me Mmm, cannot play me I've been bad from when I was a- Baby, buss it, turn me out I'm a winner, there's no doubt They too inner, leave me out Show me somethin' what you 'bout? Baby, buss it, turn me out I'm a winner, there's no doubt They too inner, leave me out Show me somethin' what you 'bout?
Writer(s): Oliver Sebastian Rodigan, Daniel Cartisano, Harry James Edwards, Maria-cecilia Simone Kelly, Miraa May, Malik Anthony Foxx Parker, Mahalia Rose Burkmar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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