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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Capella Grey
Capella Grey
Vocals
Popcaan
Popcaan
Vocals
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Curtis Jackson II
Curtis Jackson II
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curtis Jackson II
Curtis Jackson II
Songwriter
Terius Gray
Terius Gray
Songwriter
Byron Thomas
Byron Thomas
Songwriter
Dwayne Carter
Dwayne Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Capella Grey
Capella Grey
Producer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Hector Vega
Hector Vega
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, it's the remix, oh I see her She came with her nigga (oh) Mm, but she gon' slide right to my side I know (right to my side) She pulled up with her friends (she pulled up with her friends, yeah) Then we skrrt off in the Benz (skrrt off in the Benz), oh Took her back to my crib and I regret it 'Cause she tryna, oh (ayy) Fake like she asleep, uh Swear she tried to stay the whole week I'm like, "Oh, nah, she gotta go", uh Ask me her name, I swear I don't even fuckin' know They wanna know why di gyal dem deh pon me Dem eye green, dem mind just set pon me They wanna know why dem love him off so much Like what is the reason, oh-oh Mm, it's just the vibe, I am that guy (girl, it's just the vibe) She put her legs in the sky whenever I Pull up, she got her clothes off from the walk-in She won't waste no time, oh She don't want nobody else, I know But I can't be what she wants (I can't be what she wants) They all have the same story They all want me to themselves But I'm a- She don't wanna go tonight She don't wanna be alone She would rather me turn off my phone Don't take mi eye off her Take her out the clothes that I bought her She want me too live up too the hype But she don't wanna share me, I I wanna tell her, I got her, yeah And this will be no problem, yeah Let her lay and honestly Tell your girl to keep an eye on me, now tell her This is my palace I don't wanna have to explain to her man where his gyal is Oh, it's just the vibe, I am that guy (weh) She put her legs in the sky whenever I (woii yoii) Pull up, she got her clothes off when we walk in She won't waste no time, oh She don't want nobody else, I know But I can't be what she wants They all have the same story (weh) They all want me to themselves But I'm a- Gyalis, badman ting Gyal them crown me king Hear me out Three best friend, distress them Make the next friend watch, so me test them Weed ah get her high, keep her legs them wide Then me make her ride, yeah New brand gyal each day, new brand day Love when you doing that thing Whine up yuh pretty likkle body pon me Give you a backaz in a the yellow Audi Ass so big, a how you fit in those jeans? (Woii yoii) Gyal dem love me like the beach, yeah Jiggle your body and make me seat, yeah Unruly style, cooler than a sleeveless "Marry me, Poppy", them beg me please, yeah You know me, we can't do titles That pussy mine though Can't let her roll, spliffs be tight by though I know she go wherever I go Whenever I pull up, it's a light show Gang with me, we ain't even gotta try Every eye dem pon we when we arrive That pussy wet like a faucet (pussy wet like a faucet) I know her body, oh, I know Ma, why you sweatin' me like this? Mm, she follow me to the bathroom (yeah) She don't wanna wait to get nasty (uh) She say she want me, oh, she gwan like she don't have nuh man (uh) Ooh, it's a triflin' woman Oh, if I don't speak, you won't speak I know (woah) Mm, you a freak, I know The life of a gyalis
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Byron Thomas, Curtis James Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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