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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pap Chanel
Pap Chanel
Performer
Jeremy Reid
Jeremy Reid
Programming
Jamar Langley
Jamar Langley
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Reid
Jeremy Reid
Composer
Jamar Langley
Jamar Langley
Composer
Jaida Roby
Jaida Roby
Composer
Keith Sweat
Keith Sweat
Composer
Fitzgerald Scott
Fitzgerald Scott
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Reid
Jeremy Reid
Producer
Jamar Langley
Jamar Langley
Producer
Kyle Petty
Kyle Petty
Recording Engineer
Justin Swinnie
Justin Swinnie
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Bitch, I go dumb, better watch your tongue I know my rider keep a drum, go ra-da-dum I'm elevated to be real, what you on don't excite me Mean mug got 'em scared, but I bet that nigga write me You can tell me what it is, I won't tell nobody Tell me that different, don't compare me to nobody I look innocent to them, but for you I will get naughty Tell me what it is, I won't tell nobody Don't tell nobody, is that hard nigga? 'Cause how y'all move, I'm really scared to show my heart nigga I'm not no fool, I play my part Play the cards how they dealt to me Don't think you get a cut if you ain't helping me From a different cloth, I'm the needle in the hay stack Benjamin done held me down, I swear the we go way back I put 'em in they feelings, always snatching bitches lace back Glow up on these hoes, I'ma rub it where the face at See I'm that chick that your mom gon' remind you of So don't compare me to no bitch that's below me or that I'm above Tell me what it is no second chances If you can't keep up just like work, bitch you don't get advances Bitch, I go dumb, better watch your tongue I know my rider keep a drum, go ra-da-dum I'm elevated to be real, what you on don't excite me Mean mug got 'em scared, but I bet that nigga write me You can tell me what it is, I won't tell nobody Tell me that different, don't compare me to nobody I look innocent to them, but for you I will get naughty Tell me what it is, I won't tell nobody Ayy, just like my whip, all my hard work paid off Tell that bitch that she cannot catch up, hoe you laid off She was outta line, now we ripping her little braids off Tryna keep up with me to be honest hoe you days off I'm just being honest 'cause I like to keep it real with myself Why you lurking on my page? Hoe just worry bout yourself 'Cause I confuse hoes, say one thing it really mean another Think I want your man? Bitch, I really want your brother So just get back, you ain't talking facts, you need to zip that My mouth don't got no filter, I'ma ask you, "Where your bitch at?" And just to put it out there me and Benji go together I'm P-A-P for life, for the hoes in the back this shit forever Bitch, I go dumb, better watch your tongue I know my rider keep a drum, go ra-da-dum I'm elevated to be real, what you on don't excite me Mean mug got 'em scared, but I bet that nigga write me You can tell me what it is, I won't tell nobody Tell me that different, don't compare me to nobody I look innocent to them, but for you I will get naughty Tell me what it is, I won't tell nobody You can tell me what it is, I won't tell nobody Tell me what it is, I won't tell nobody You can tell me what it is, I won't tell nobody Tell me what it is, I won't tell nobody
Writer(s): Keith Sweat, Jeremy Reid, Fitzgerald Scott, Jaida Chanel Roby, Jamar Langley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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