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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sudan Archives
Sudan Archives
Vocals
Ben Dickey
Ben Dickey
Synthesizer
Simon On The Moon
Simon On The Moon
Bass
JD Reid
JD Reid
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brittney Parks
Brittney Parks
Songwriter
Ben Dickey
Ben Dickey
Songwriter
Simon Axel Hessman
Simon Axel Hessman
Songwriter
Jordan Day Reid
Jordan Day Reid
Songwriter
James McCall
James McCall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sudan Archives
Sudan Archives
Producer
Ben Dickey
Ben Dickey
Producer
Simon On The Moon
Simon On The Moon
Producer
JD Reid
JD Reid
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Blue May
Blue May
Mixing Engineer
Matt Emonson
Matt Emonson
Engineer

Lyrics

There she go on a roll Let her know seventh floor Here I go, you should know You don't got to do this all alone Oh my God, Britt They gone have a fit when they hear this shit So independent Don't need no man to pay my rent They gone get so sick They gone quarantine when they hear this shit All these stank breath bitches All these stank ass bitches need to take a mint Those friends over there say they got your back Seem to never be there when you need a hand (Never trap alone, always go in packs) Well, I never been that really good at that While my blessings drop like strippers on my lap Gotta love that big black cat, cat (meow) (What'd you say?) There she go (go), on a roll Let her know seventh floor Here I go, you should know You don't got to do this all alone Oh my God, Britt They gone have a fit when they hear this shit So independent Don't need no man to pay my rent They gone get so sick They gone quarantine when they hear this shit All these stank breath bitches (oh, my God) All these stank ass bitches need to take a mint Then I ran into fake bitches and fake friends They don't really come around when you really need them When you really need some soup, they not really there for you On your fucking doorstep when you got the flu They don't think that you're the one, but they wanna eat off you When you got new shoes and a boo, hit 'em like a fucking snooze Girl, let me tell you about this incident with this chick We had a friendship, but it wasn't really even legit You knew my life has been weird since I moved to L.A So it should make sense to you why I'm acting this way I was there for you, even on your birthday, I bought cake Macaroons and a fucking pony (pony) But these days, you the one that's acting fuckin' phoney You little party ass bitch, pin it on the donkey Why you twistin' up what I say to you? I messed up to think I should have put my hands on you A choke, hug and a tug would have done you good Then you never would have thought to come around my hood Don't get it misunderstood, I wish you well And I hope you find someone to deal with all that 'Cause I ain't got the time for it And next time, I won't hold back Oh my God, Britt They gone have a fit when they hear this shit So independent Don't need no man to pay my rent They gone get so sick They gone quarantine when they hear this shit All these stank breath bitches (oh, my God) All these-
Writer(s): Jordan Day Reid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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