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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lady London
Lady London
Vocals
Dreezy
Dreezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Songwriter
Lady London
Lady London
Songwriter
nami
nami
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
nami
nami
Producer

Lyrics

What you want, for me to lie to you? Talk to you like I desire you? Want me all for a title that isn't viable? Or hear me talk like an Aries and show you fire? Dreezy See, if my main nigga tweak My lil' yea yea gon' pick me up Now he like, "How you gettin FaceTimes from Pizza Hut?" If you don't know your worth These niggas try to lowball So if that card decline I'ma do the same to your phone call Got forty inches, hair draggin' to my Gip (Uh-huh) First date he trickin' off, I'm Talkin' bag and matchin' drip He the type that always walk Around braggin' 'bout his dick I let him hit it once and found An AirTag up in my whip I got that yeah yeah, black Trucks like the mayor herе (Skrt) He tryna stay at my spot, like What, you need welfarе? (Yea yea) I'm thick and heavy, he gotta stay trigger-ready Crop his face all out my pics I call that nigga Wizard Kelly Lady London He keep askin', "What are we?" I tell him "I don't know" (I don't know) That's my lil' yea yea, he never Tell me no (Never tell me no) He like the way I am, ain't Nothin' like these hoes Don't worry about no money That no other nigga throw, look That my lil' yea yea (Yea yea, yea yea) That my lil' yea yea (Yea yea) That my lil' yea yea (Oh, that's my lil' yea yea) He don't never tell me no Lady London This nigga like, "You got a friend For my homie, boo?" (Uh-uh) No, papa, I want your homie Got a friend for you (Hah) He like, "Why you so private? I thought you been my bae" (No) Boy, you in the NBA and on An NDA (Sign here) I don't play that I hurt you And you want payback Repossessing purses Emotional, I can see that (You in your feelings, huh?) You keep asking questions like What are we?" (What are we?) I'ma tell you like, "Listen, just be my Peace" (You know what we are) Don't try and get for me to pose For your pictures, scary (Scary) I'm just lookin' for mimosas And missionary Posts got a risk they carry Givin' an obituary Papa, I ain't tryna be your Missus or the chick you marry Lady London He keep askin', "What are we? " I tell him "I don't know" (I don't know) That's my lil' yea yea He never tell me no (Never tell me no) He like the way I am Ain't nothin' like these hoes Don't worry about no Money that no other nigga throw, look That my lil' yea yea (Yea yea, yea yea) That my lil' yeah yea (Yea yea) That my lil' yea yea (Oh, that's my lil' yea yea) He don't never tell me no Dreezy & Lady London Yeah yeah (Yea yea) He benefit me mad cab Designer my attire, get Fly and he pay the airfare (Damn) Airfare? In a Lear jet He a Care Bear and I feel that But if my yea yea got a yea yea Oh hell no, don't deal with that Yea, we so private, got jetlag If he get a bitch, I'ma dead that (Uh-huh) Take selfies all in his whip But if he postin' me, that's a red flag Ooh, girl, that's my sneaky link Cuffin' you, never lovin' you Nigga just be bluffin' Just somethin' do when it's nothin' to I'm like cut him if he say "That's my girl," you ain't David Ruffin, boo (What?) He ain't even my number two Send him home, let him comfort you It's up to you if you ain't believe it Humble, but I'm fake conceited (Fake conceited) Nigga post me and I'm payin' To get your page deleted (Haha) Lady London He keep askin', "What are we?" I tell him "I don't know" (I don't know) That's my lil' yea yea He never tell me no (Never tell me no) He like the way I am Ain't nothin' like these hoes Don't worry about no money That no other nigga throw, look That my lil' yea yea (Yea yea, yea yea) That my lil' yea yea (Yea yea) That my lil' yea yea (Oh, that's my lil' yea yea) He don't never tell me no Outro: Lady London What you want, for me to lie to you? Talk to you like I desire you? Want me all for a title that isn't viable? Or hear me talk like an Aries And show you fire?
Writer(s): Lady London, Nami, Nick Mira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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