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Listen to Sundress - Single by MC Virgins & Yung Bae
ALBUMSundress - SingleMC Virgins & Yung Bae

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MC Virgins
MC Virgins
Performer
Dallas Cotton
Dallas Cotton
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lucio Dominice
Lucio Dominice
Songwriter
Jacob Kollegian
Jacob Kollegian
Songwriter
Adam Bernstein
Adam Bernstein
Songwriter
Alexander Howell
Alexander Howell
Songwriter
Finn Conley
Finn Conley
Songwriter
Anh Tran
Anh Tran
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Bae
Yung Bae
Producer

Lyrics

Yung Kudge, the boy with no bars But I've been doing so good so far She's so fine, but she got no car So I'll just make the drive but it's so far Sub-par like PGA But still hot like the moms in PTA She want an easy date I'm in see the way I've been actin' different, need PDA, I mean So tell me why, why, why, why I do these things for you So tell me why (so tell me why) So tell me why (so tell me why, why) Now I say bye, bye, bye I ain't simpin' for these ho's I'll tell you bye (I'll tell you bye) I'll tеll you bye (I'll tell you bye, byе) Baby, I just wanna fly 'cause I can't stop And you lookin' real fine in the crop top Or the blue sundress, I ain't talkin' 'bout sex 'Cause I'll tell you every day, "It makes your eyes pop" Kinda wanna roll with you and vibe with you I ain't like these other dudes I'm slidin' through, tell me what you wanna do I'm askin' you to tell me what you wanna do, ayy It's the greatest white boy since Mike Bibby (ayy, what?) At my first show, I'ma pull up with a biddy When I'm walkin' down the street, they be pointin' and screamin' (brr) Like "God damn, is it MC Gibby?" On the way to Paris, hope I'm on the right flight And I'm hopin' that I see you on the right night 'Cause if I see your man, baby, then we might fight But he ain't my height (ayy, what? Brr) I ain't rockin' no Saint Laurent I got a bad bitch in the Gucci Crocs She wanna, money bag in the Bentley truck But I don't wife no ho 'cause I'm MC God, ayy I be pullin' all these milfs, shoutout Gravy She be talkin' 'bout her life, "Damn that's crazy" How'd I make so many hits, you should come and pay me Gotta come so easy, but I'm never lazy Why, why, so tell me Why, why, so tell me Why, why, so tell me (so tell me why) So tell me why, so tell me (so tell me why) So baby, I'ma tell you why I ain't play no games, don't waste my time I got a bad bitch, sittin' on racks That's sittin' on bags That's sittin' on me So tell me why, why, why, why I do these things for you So tell me why (so tell me why) So tell me why (so tell me why, why) Now I say bye, bye, bye I ain't simpin' for these ho's I'll tell you bye (I'll tell you bye) I'll tell you bye (I'll tell you bye, bye) So tell me why, why, why, why I do these things for you So tell me why (so tell me why) So tell me why (tell me, so tell me why, why) Now I say bye, bye, bye I ain't simpin' for these ho's I'll tell you bye (I'll tell you bye) I'll tell you bye (I'll tell you bye, bye)
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