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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sudan Archives
Sudan Archives
Vocals
Chris James
Chris James
Guitar
Ben Dickey
Ben Dickey
Sound Effects
Ciara Parks
Ciara Parks
Spoken Word
Lafemmebear
Lafemmebear
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brittney Parks
Brittney Parks
Songwriter
Chris James
Chris James
Songwriter
James McCall
James McCall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sudan Archives
Sudan Archives
Producer
Ben Dickey
Ben Dickey
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Blue May
Blue May
Mixing Engineer
Lafemmebear
Lafemmebear
Engineer
Matt Emonson
Matt Emonson
Engineer

Lyrics

Crack open that loud Smoke on a mild, run up a mile and hit a lick Stop making me frown You feeling aroused, you wanna fuck around Hop off my dick I feel two ways about your two face Running around talking your ways How about next time, if you wanna spray it Say it to my face if you, if you feeling brave? I got a cousin in Chicago Who got homies from the way They'll smack you in your face A certain type of fellow Who will pull up on you now Do you get the picture now, bitch? Two ways, two-faced Pretty faces, ugly ways This is insane, stay in your lane Or get out my way, hey I just got my doggy certified I'm so dignified cash flow left and right If you wanna ride treat my sister right I don't wanna fight if I see you tonight A-B-C-D-E-F, fucking G Stop talking all that shit if you can't handle regrets Because I got ride-or-dies 'til I die that can deal with bullshit Yeah, that's right, right by my side I got a cousin in Chicago Who got homies from the way They'll smack you in your face A certain type of hello Who will pull up on you now Do you get the picture now, bitch? Yes, I loved you, girl But our drama hurts Yes, we was friends first But I got to turn the curb You're one of those girls We gon' straighten you out, book a perm It was such a blur, this is such a blur First I thought it was all heart, then you knocked me off guard They don't know that I'm smart, knew it right from the start Spreading all those lies that you brought out Throwing dirt on my name, we don't play those games I got a cousin in Chicago Who got homies from the way They'll smack you in your face A certain type of hello Who will pull up on you now Do you get the picture now, bitch? (Fucking bitch) bitch (Fucking bitch) bitch Fuck you talking about? By any means necessary, Uncle Reggie (uh-huh) By any means necessary, I don't wanna give my do- I don't give a fuck what's going on I'll be back, say that shit
Writer(s): Brittney Parks, James Mccall, Chris James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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