Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lebra Jolie
Lebra Jolie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lebra Daniels
Lebra Daniels
Composer
Mark Christopher Hardin Jr.
Mark Christopher Hardin Jr.
Composer
Christopher Chris Gomez
Christopher Chris Gomez
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beatdemons
Beatdemons
Producer
Frontline
Frontline
Recording Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Mmh Must be, it must be (Beatdemons in your ear, bitch) Say they takin' over the summer, yeah, okay (ayy) Must be September spring, summer like Shree (like Shree) I promise you won't eat as long as Lebra got a plate (as long as Lebra got) hm I be on these hoes head like Tae (I'm on their head) Sexy bitch like Rubi, ass on B-I-G, that's juicy Tell him eat the coochie, better not talk back, I'm on my Uzi Take your time, slow it down, I likе my niggas to seduce me I'm a cutiе, you my nigga and I don't use that term loosely (I don't use) Still a player bitch, I'm just single and he taken (and he taken) And if the nigga get to actin' up my other niggas waitin' (yeah) He-, he call me a demon tellin' his friends that I'm satan (satan) 'Cause I give these niggas hell, don't join the team if you ain't playin' (don't join the team) Long as niggas got they mouth wide, bitch, I'm outside Take a trip to Miami not the one with Southside They know I'm a cool bitch, yeah, a big vibe, nice size But this pretty face a give you ugly lies (what?) I'ma run my game to whoever got a ear (okay) Don't ask me for no closure, I ain't makin' shit clear (shit clear) Bitch, if you can "Huh?" you can motherfuckin' hear (hear) And I clearin' up no rumors, it just it is what it is Say they takin' over the summer, yeah, okay (yeah, okay) Must be September spring, summer like Shree (like Shree) I promise you won't eat as long as Lebra got a plate (you won't eat) hm I be on these hoes head like Tae (I'm on their head) Sexy bitch like Rubi, ass on B-I-G, that's juicy Tell him eat the coochie, better not talk back, I'm on my Uzi (Better not talk back) Take your time, slow it down, I like my niggas to seduce me I'm a cutie, you my nigga and I don't use that term loosely (uh) The streets, I don't belong to 'em, they belong to me Treat a nigga like a drive through, welcome to Wendy's I don't wanna know your name, I'm like, "What you can do for me?" Go holla at them other hoes if you wanna do some shit for free I'm a boss-ass bitch, I do what the fuck I wanna (wanna) You ain't cut like me, you can go argue with your mama (argue) If he tryna cuff, track star, I'm a runner I'm outside for the summer so you know I'm blocking numbers (block, block) Period Put your man up 'cause if he look he took (oh) Fuck I look like lettin' hoes off the hook? (Yeah) Bitches sleepin' on me, they gon' wake with a crook (sleep) Y'all got buttons I been waitin' to push Say they takin' over the summer, yeah, okay (yeah, okay) Must be September spring, summer like Shree (like Shree) I promise you won't eat as long as Lebra got a plate (I promise you won't eat) hm I be on these hoes head like Tae (I'm on their head) Sexy bitch like Rubi, ass on B-I-G, that's juicy Tell him eat the coochie, better not talk back, I'm on my Uzi (Better not talk back) Take your time, slow it down, I like my niggas to seduce me I'm a cutie, you my nigga and I don't use that term loosely
Writer(s): Christopher Chris Gomez, Mark Christopher Jr Hardin, Lebra Daniels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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