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PERFORMING ARTISTS
LAYA
LAYA
Vocals
Adam Tilzer
Adam Tilzer
Guitar
Chad Paul
Chad Paul
Programming
Dante Carter
Dante Carter
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LAYA
LAYA
Songwriter
Adam Tilzer
Adam Tilzer
Songwriter
Chad Paul
Chad Paul
Songwriter
Dante Carter
Dante Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chad Paul
Chad Paul
Producer
Dante Carter
Dante Carter
Producer
Connor Hedge
Connor Hedge
Recording Engineer
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Recording Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
Recording Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Jose Cardoza
Jose Cardoza
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Go way back I ain't came for no -, I ain't slid on no - I aim waist below, I ain't faithful, hold this Makin' half of y'all sick 'Cause y'all ain't credible I've been makin' you tick Clockin' all of my shit, bitch, get off my schedule Time to let it go -, back up We don't discuss sh- at the function, it's on sight, this word to Pop Like no worries, I get to snuffin', I'm good, bye -, when you drop Ain't the type of bird you lovin', just my pinky worth a flock And your energy's disgustin', act like somethin' that you're not Out your mouth, I'm hearin' nothin', sound like, "La-la-la-la-la" Call you buddies 'cause you pump it up a lot, lot, lot, lot, lot Now get mad (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, bet that, hmm-mm (yeah, yeah, yeah) Can't get jiggy with it Decline like, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" Is different, puttin' digits in my wa-la-la-la-la Get mad, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bet that (yeah, yeah, yeah) I ain't change for no drip, I ain't payin' for no tits I ain't fakin', no I ain't missin' no licks I ain't loosen that grip, I ain't lettin' go I just made a new hit and you never do -, how predictable (hmm-mmm) I'ma say your mistake was hopin' I ain't see the sign But when shit get you open, you a different type (oh) I don't need a thing from a -, ain't got her own - to ride I'm on go 'cause we all know that you ain't 'bout that life Out your mouth, I'm hearin' nothin', sound like, "La-la-la-la-la" Call you buddies, 'cause you pump it up a lot, lot, lot, lot, lot Now get mad (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, bet that, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah) Can't get jiggy with it Decline like, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" (get back) Is different, puttin' digits in my wa-la-la-la-la Oh, get mad, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bet that (yeah, yeah, yeah) I ain't one of your friends I ain't one of your sluts Iron like gun I compete with none La-la-la-la-la A lot, lot, lot, lot, lot La-la-la-la-la A lot, lot, lot, lot, lot
Writer(s): Dante Carter, Lauren Ayala, Paul Chadwick Norman, Adam Tilzer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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