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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
chrme shwty
Songwriter
Edward James Mitchell III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
chrme.shwty
Producer
Lyrics
It's primetime season T up girl we finna lock in
Turtleneck trench coat baby no more talkin
She hit my phone I ring her bell no reason to be knockin
She reachin hidden places for a treat like imma stockin
I love how she pour she copying the rain outside
Put her straight to sleep drop this shh off like a lullaby
She love the way I talk she don't think that my tongue could lie
She opened like a coupe to show me where her heart resides
I'm knocking down walls eat her up to make her whole
She arch it like it's origami imma make her fold
She stare me in the eyes with a smile yea she bold
She losing track of time she don't wanna see me go
She asked when I return I told her somewhere round the twelfth
She staring with those eyes no need to talk on how she felt
Man fuck these other niggas you don't need nobody else
I'm selfish with ya heart I just want you to myself
Writer(s): Chrme Shwty, Edward James Mitchell Iii
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