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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendra Jae
Kendra Jae
Vocals
Dinuzzo
Dinuzzo
Drums
Th3ory
Th3ory
Keyboards
Saweetie
Saweetie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Diamonté Harper
Diamonté Harper
Songwriter
Kendra Bracy
Kendra Bracy
Songwriter
Trevor Rich
Trevor Rich
Songwriter
Cardell McManus
Cardell McManus
Songwriter
Darrien Overton
Darrien Overton
Songwriter
Randall Avery Hammers
Randall Avery Hammers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Cardell McManus
Cardell McManus
Recording Engineer
Dinuzzo
Dinuzzo
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Th3ory
Th3ory
Producer

Lyrics

Love me, love me not Either way, they always come right back Fuck me, nigga, prolly not No, I don't even see you like that no more But that's on you, 'cause I would've never turned my back on you Got the racks on you, shit I got racks too I ain't need you, but them broke hoes do I know I love too fast, saw them damn red flags But I still can't help, but to free fall And when shit get bad, I get in my bag But I thought you'd be the one that I could lean on Now I'm in that gym, got the waist on slim You can still see that ass with the jeans on Now you see me up, when you send that text and I don't even respond 'Cause I'm sick of going Up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, seesaw Up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, seesaw So I don't want that, I don't need that Had it but you blew it 'cause you keep going Up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down (uh-huh), up-down, seesaw Had me going in, up-down like my scraper (yeah) Feeling dangerous, I thought you was my anchor (mhm) But you ain't shit and on some real shit, tell me what the problem is (yeah) Say he gon' do better, but it's always just the opposite How you fumble the baddest bitch, are you a dumb nigga? You got nerve selling me all these threats when you wrong, that's a big trigger How you figure? Ain't the woman that you thought You was humping thots, fucking narcissist you just mad you got caught So what's up now? You only fucking with me 'cause I'm up now (uh-huh) I ain't tryna hear that you in love now (yeah) Saw me at my lowest, now I'm Bussdown You feeling left out (left out) 'Cause I love too fast, saw them damn red flags But I still can't help, but to free fall And when shit get bad, I get in my bag But I thought you'd be the one that I could lean on Now I'm in that gym, got the waist on slim You can still see that ass with the jeans on Now you see me up, when you send that text and I don't even respond 'Cause I'm sick of going Up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, seesaw Up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, seesaw So I don't want that, I don't need that Had it but you blew it 'cause you keep going Up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, seesaw Sick of going up-down, but I know you miss it going up-down You know I was with you when you was down How you acting bitter 'cause I'm up now, typical How you lose a real bitch, in your mind Even let you still hit, like you was mine We was taking field trips, I would slide Now, you gotta go and find another one to ride But maybe I thought that you would change Maybe, I thought that you was done playing games Maybe, I thought you felt the same But I ain't going back and forth, I just take the blame 'Cause I love too fast, saw them damn red flags (yeah) But I still can't help but to free fall (ooh-oh) And when shit get bad, I get in my bag But I thought you'd be the one that I could lean on (yeah, yeah) Now I'm in that gym (gym), got the waist on slim (ayy) You can still see that ass with the jeans on (yeah) Now you see me up, when you send that text and I don't even respond 'Cause I'm sick of going Up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, seesaw (up-down) Up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, seesaw (up-down) So I don't want that, I don't need that Had it but you blew it 'cause you keep going Up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down, seesaw (down) Saweetie goin' up (free fall) (up-down) Pretty bitches know what's up (lean on) Now I'm in that gym, got the waist on slim (jeans on) Now you see me up, when you send that text And I don't even respond (K.J, yeah)
Writer(s): Cardell Denard Mcmanus, Diamonte Harper, Randall Avery Hammers, Trevor Rich, Kendra Jenae Bracy, Darrien A Overton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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