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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mez
Mez
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Isaiah Rashad
Isaiah Rashad
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morris Ricks II
Morris Ricks II
Songwriter
Isaiah McClain
Isaiah McClain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mez
Mez
Mixing Engineer
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monte booker
Producer
Cam O'bi
Cam O'bi
Producer
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Phoelix
Phoelix
Producer

Lyrics

She said nigga you better hurry your ass up it's getting late Far as fuck but I lied and said I'm 10 away And I said that I no longer fuck with Tiffany You know niggas tell plenty lies when they tryna penetrate And I gave her all my energy Body like the lady who made Lemonade Channeling my inner Jay Gas tank on Hell Nah That and the fact that I forgot and Valentines day could be my enemy She loved my braids with the tapers I'd go deep she don't give a fuck 'bout the neighbors Love how she don't give a fuck 'bout the paper Normally the white BMW will make a bitch hyperventilate We made a memory You got my cold wall hoodie to commemorate You been trippin' cause you gained a couple pounds chill I'm fin to say Anything a nigga got to get you out of them jeans Your energy Got me thinking 'bout love niggas ain't supposed to think 'Bout them things I'm the plug and you're the outlet And I really love your outfit But that shit would look much better on the floor This ain't that shaky wifi at your mama crib This like a hot spot cause we still gon' be connected when I go Now is you making it live Living in color for the moment Bet you holding it down Deeper than the dick and the feeling got you popping the town Too busy smoking didn't notice I was rocking the crowds Too busy rocking the crowds Now is it really enough Because I don't ever get to know you Heard you fuck 'em then leave Now they be leaving in the morning Now you breaking their hearts And they ain't breaking no procedures And you calling the shots, bet you calling the shots A niggas secretive entrance It's all for the VIP it's keeping my interest A vibe for these b*tches on my cellular system I'm sorry I missed 'ya I'm calling from distance I'm calling 'ya I'm calling 'ya Now is you making it live Living in color for the moment Bet you holding it down Deeper than the dick and the feeling got you popping the town Too busy smoking didn't notice I was rocking the crowds I'm fin to say Anything a nigga got to get you out of them jeans Your energy Got me thinking 'bout love niggas ain't supposed to think 'Bout them things I'm the plug and you're the outlet And I really love your outfit But that shit would look much better on the floor This ain't that shaky wifi at your mama crib This like a hot spot cause we still gon' be connected when I go
Writer(s): Isaiah Mcclain, Morris Ricks Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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