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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
Performer
Tony Shhnow
Tony Shhnow
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edwin Green
Edwin Green
Songwriter
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Songwriter
Carrington Wilson
Carrington Wilson
Songwriter
Bishop Paul Burrell Sr.
Bishop Paul Burrell Sr.
Songwriter
Delando Conner
Delando Conner
Songwriter
Solomon Conner
Solomon Conner
Songwriter
Roger Troutman
Roger Troutman
Songwriter
Daryl Jackson
Daryl Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coupe
Coupe
Producer
James Kang
James Kang
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey You don't need nun Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey I'm back in the six on nine shit Ride with that pistol on my hip Starting to notice your vibe switched Started to notice 'yo side switched Soon as my bank account size did My name ringing bells and you chimed in I'm straight outta hell with that FYE She straight 'outta heaven divine I just fell in love with a bi chick In love with the fact that she like chicks In love with that ass 'n them thighs hips, eye, lips And way that her mind built I might buy the building 'fa just us Just to show you how different that I'm built 'Cause back when a nigga was fucked up you You were by me when I couldn't buy shit I might ride with my brudda to buy zips I might ride with my brudda to FYE shit I might ride with that cutter to slice shit Whole time you the one on my mind On a side where they makin' 'em pies flip On a side every age above nine kill On a side where I gotta keep my eyes peeled You the number one prize in my eyes Hell, yeah It's a 100 or nun Give a fuck what a fuck nigga say She the one that I want I got 99 problems but It's 100 or nun Give a fuck what a fuck nigga say She the one that I want Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey You don't need nun Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey I think this that one in my dreams Po act on the scene and my jewelry go skits If you think I'm concieted you shouldn't meet my bitch I enter with two 'cause I don't like to pick I don't care what you say they both my bitches I might tell a joke but I can't tell a lie My bitch to conceited she only know buy It's cold on the street my dog sleep with that FYE If 'yo eyes don't sit wide then it's slim in this side I'm plug motivation this street 101 I talk to myself y'all ain't talking 'bout nun I didn't get her number I know she 'da one I ain't the jealous type I let my bitch fuck my other bitch I hug the money she cuddle my wrist Barehanded been beating the block I got cuts on my fist We shoot with precision she miss me but no I can't miss Hell, yeah It's a 100 or nun Give a fuck what a fuck nigga say She the one that I want I got 99 problems but It's a 100 or nun Give a fuck what a fuck nigga say She the one that I want Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey You don't need nun Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Writer(s): Roger Troutman, Kenny Mason, Tony Shhnow, Coupe Coupe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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