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Doja Cat - Ain't Shit (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Gerard A. Powell II
Gerard A. Powell II
Songwriter
Kurtis Mckenzie
Kurtis Mckenzie
Songwriter
David Sprecher
David Sprecher
Songwriter
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Executive Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Tizhimself
Tizhimself
Producer
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Producer
Yeti Beats
Yeti Beats
Producer
Kurtis Mckenzie
Kurtis Mckenzie
Producer
Rian Lewis
Rian Lewis
Recording Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Rob Moreno
Rob Moreno
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Man This happened one, two, three times too much These dumb-ass niggas Niggas ain't shit, come up in your crib All up in your fridge, can't pay rent Look at what you did, listen to your friends When they say, niggas ain't shit, 'cause Niggas ain't shit, come up in your crib All up in your fridge, can't pay rent Look at what you did, listen to your friends When they say, niggas ain't shit, 'cause You can say that again Niggas is square like Madison I can't even really get mad at them They fall, then I gotta facepalm Shook him like an 8-ball and it's embarrassing Ten-page text, should've wrote a book, could've made a bag But he broke and he still waiting 'til I can chill And he really think I'ma get back to him Doing too much, relax a bit Acting like that 'cause your dad's a bitch Must be the way that the planets is Must be your face 'cause it's not your dick I'm a freak, not a masochist Should've known you had the baddest bitch Left on read and can't give head Really, you ain't shit, need a laxative Niggas ain't shit, come up in your crib All up in your fridge, can't pay rent Look at what you did, listen to your friends When they say, niggas ain't shit, 'cause Niggas ain't shit, come up in your crib All up in your fridge, can't pay rent Look at what you did, listen to your friends When they say, niggas ain't shit, 'cause Said that's not cheating if I wasn't with your ass, yo You kept secrets and your cousin told me that, so (your cousin) Logical thinking is just something that you lack, so What you even mad for? Looking like a stick up in your asshole I'm not your mommy, nigga, find a new hobby, nigga Return, yo, 'fore I get picked up, your shit's in the lobby, nigga I'm not gon' key your car, I'll call your fucking mom You should have paid my rent, go get a fucking job Niggas ain't shit, come up in your crib All up in your fridge, can't pay rent Look at what you did, listen to your friends When they say, niggas ain't shit, 'cause Niggas ain't shit, come up in your crib All up in your fridge, can't pay rent Look at what you did, listen to your friends When they say, niggas ain't shit, 'cause
Writer(s): Amala Zandile Dlamini, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, David Sprecher, Kurtis Mckenzie, Lukasz Gottwald, Gerard Powell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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