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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Capella Grey
Capella Grey
Vocals
Chlöe
Chlöe
Vocals
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
Chlöe
Chlöe
Vocal Producer
Chris Godbey
Chris Godbey
Mixing Engineer
Rian Lewis
Rian Lewis
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh-oh, life of a gyalis I see her, she came with her nigga Mm, but she gon' slide right to my side, I know She pulled up with her friends Then we skrrt off in the Benz, oh-oh, oh Took her back to my crib and I regret it 'Cause she tryna (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 gyaldem deh pon me Dem eye green, dem mind just set pon mi They wanna know why dem love him off so much Like what is the reason, oh-oh, oh Mm, it's just the vibe, I'm that guy 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 They all have the same story They all want me to themselves But I'm a gyalis The city is my palace What I'ma do? 'Cause I want she and she and she And they love them some me I ain't the nigga they gon' say bye to I ain't the nigga you gotta lie to I ain't the nigga that you could trust on speaker When you with your people 'Cause you know the timing I'm on I want she and she and she And they love them some me I can't even speak To all of 'em, so I call her on the FaceTime She gon' pick up on the first ring Ooh, I got her wrapped around my damn finger I will never tell a soul, oh, no, no Mm, girl, we grown The life of a gyalis He told me he out with his niggas Mm, yeah, there it goes, another lie, I know I could've had his friends Like three-four other men, but now I'm alone in my crib and I regret it He's tryna, fake like he asleep Thought I didn't hear him come in, please I'm like, "Oh, nah," he gotta go See you again? Oh, no, baby, that's not what I want (oh, oh) You gotta come correct when you next to me You say that you can handle it, it's hard to believe Hear moaning on FaceTime like, "Who is these bitches? Is that your best friend that I know?" Who you said not to worry, I don't I can play games if you want Or I should just block you We're not gonna stop you from fucking bitches on the low You wanting everybody else, I know And I can't be what you want I just hear the same story, you can't have me to yourself I'ma be a gyalis The city is my palace Who I'ma choose? 'Cause I want he and he and he And they love them some me I ain't the bitch that you could lie to I ain't the bitch you gonna cry to I ain't the bitch that you could flaunt online like you been doing right When I know the timing you on Go be a gyalis
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Byron Thomas, Curtis James Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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