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Nail Tech

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Nail Tech was released on May 6, 2022 by Generation Now/Atlantic as a part of the album Come Home The Kids Miss You

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jack Harlow

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jack Harlow

Songwriter

Amir Sims

Songwriter

Douglas Ford

Songwriter

Jahaan Sweet

Songwriter

Jose Velazquez

Songwriter

Matthew Jehu Samuels

Matthew Jehu Samuels

Songwriter

Montez Dewayne Jones

Montez Dewayne Jones

Songwriter

Rogét Chahayed

Songwriter

Scotty Lavell Coleman

Scotty Lavell Coleman

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jahaan Sweet

Producer

Rogét Chahayed

Producer

Scotty Lavell Coleman

Scotty Lavell Coleman

Producer

John Mayer

Producer

Ignacio Portales

Ignacio Portales

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Nickie Jon Pabón

Nickie Jon Pabón

Mixing Engineer

Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco

Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco

Mixing Engineer

Angel "BabeTruth" Lopez

Angel "BabeTruth" Lopez

Producer

Fierce

Producer

Colin Leonard

Mastering Engineer

Matthew Jehu Samuels

Matthew Jehu Samuels

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm

Tss

[Verse 1]

My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret

I don't wish for my success, I speak it

I caught a buzz, and you did too, but you're tweakin'

I look like I've been gettin' money, I reek it

You smell me? That's LV

Walkin' 'round with my chest out and my skin smooth, I'm healthy

I'm in the mix and I'm handshakin', but most of y'all can't help me (Nah)

Most of y'all ain't wealthy (Nope), most of y'all just dress like it

I caught the vibe that y'all givin' off, and I'm tryna make myself less like it

This chick's got a lil' Porsche body, I might let the bro test-drive it

It's hard for me to get excited, I love music and stress 'bout it

My city's haulin', and I'm co-signing this wave comin' up next out of it

Ridin' 'round, and there's a shotgun in her Tesla

Hangin' both of my legs out of it like, "What's up?" (What's up?)

I got stakes, and they're too high now, I can't fuck up (Can't fuck up)

I like girls that's down to Earth, so don't be stuck up (Stuck up)

I don't take Ls, I give 'em out and I chuck 'em up

First listen, they're hearin' this shit like, "What the fuck?"

[PreChorus]

Ten toes, that's my MO

Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO (On my momma)

Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close

And they let it go while I reload

[Chorus]

Like baow, baow, baow

TSA just opened my book bag up, and my chain's hittin' like

Baow, baow, baow, baow

The king's back in his hometown, when those wheels hit and I touchdown, they

Baow, baow, baow, baow

She's down low, three-point stance, I'm back there doin' the Jack dance like

Baow, baow, baow, baow

[Verse 2]

And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly, though (But I'm fly)

And I know I gave up drinkin', but I'm high, though (But I'm high)

I told her, "I don't cum from head, but you can try, though" (You can try)

I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy, though

I take a look 'round and my comp and it's just, uh (Ooh)

Wide open, big whippin', it slide open (Mm-mm)

I notice they treat me like I'm chosen (I'm chosen)

Eyes open, heart clean, and my mind focused

This shit just keeps goin' how I wrote it

How the hell could you doubt us?

I mean, back then it made sense, but it's like, now what?

Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us

You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us?

It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust

'Cause

[PreChorus]

Ten toes, that's my MO

Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO

Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close

And they let it go while I reload

[Chorus]

Like baow, baow, baow

TSA just opened my book bag up, and my chain's hittin' like

Baow, baow, baow, baow

The king's back in his hometown, when those wheels hit and I touchdown, they

Baow, baow, baow, baow

She's down low, three-point stance, I'm back there doin' the Jack dance like

Baow, baow, baow, baow

Written by: Amir Sims, Douglas Ford, Jack Harlow, Jahaan Sweet, Jose Velazquez, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Montez Dewayne Jones, Rogét Chahayed, Scotty Lavell Coleman

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