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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lebra Jolie
Lebra Jolie
Vocals
Rob49
Rob49
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lebra Daniels
Lebra Daniels
Composer
Robert Thomas
Robert Thomas
Composer
Randy Jamal Razz II
Randy Jamal Razz II
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rando
Rando
Producer
Jarius “Fr0ntline” Jordan
Recording Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Took me to his crib) yeah (The house where his mama live) yeah, he took me to it (Then he took me to his room) then he took me to it, can't rush the vibe, Rando Told me, "Bend that ass over" (he took me to his crib), yeah, he took me to it (The house where his mama live) yeah, he took me to it (Then he took me to his room) and told me, "Bend it over" (And said, "Bend over, let me give you some") ayy, look, ooh, yeah (c'mon) Bounce up on that dick, wobble it, give me all of it (ooh) Grab up on 'em ankles (yeah), buss it down, ride on top of it (ayy) Said he like it slow, look up at him, use a lotta spit If it wasn't for a plan B, I'd have a lotta kids Like my nigga nasty like Lil Boosie and Big Latto (Latto) Ass move like Jello, but the waist look like a model (model) Instаgrаm ain't the only time they'll follow (follow) Ass get the clappin', showtime at the Apollo (Took me to his crib) yeah, he took me to it (The house where his mama live) and he took me to it (Then he took me to his room) ayy, and told me, "Bend it over" (ha) This song got crazy, they want somethin' crazy? Aight, ayy (and told that ass, "Bend it over") Yeah, real slut nigga (real slut) Only thing I want is head, I don't wanna fuck with you (I don't wanna fuck) You thought I loved you, I didn't (yeah), I trust you, I didn't (yeah) Girl, keep it P, don't want the world in my bidness (don't want the world in my bidness) Ayy Lebra (yeah), stop teasin' (stop teasin'), let me see somethin' (yeah) Come and slut me out, I'm tryna eat it (come and slut me out, I'm tryna eat it) I'ma do whatever, I don't care, you gotta tell me (yeah) Tryna hold it in, but I can't lie, a nigga cookin' (can't even lie, I'm cookin') I took her to my crib (yeah), the house where my mama live (house where my mama live) Then I took her to my room (yeah) Said, "Bend it over, baby, give me some" (bend it over, baby, give me some) I took her to my crib to have some sex, she tryna give me that neck 'cause she was full of that X Talkin' 'bout that girl who them niggas know, she out the Wale like, no, she out the Calliope (Took me to his crib) yeah, he took me to it (The house where his mama live) and he took me to it (Then he took me to his room) and told me, "Bend it over" (And said, "Bend over, let me give you some") told that ass, "Bend it over" Yeah, ride him from the front, then the side, lift the leg up Told him, "When I'm ridin' on your face, keep your head up" Neighbors said we loud, turn it down, they tryna beg us Legs to the ceilin', play that Jeezy, he gon' tear it up Bet I have Rob run it back like the 49ers Man, I'm so player, they should put me in the finals Lil' pretty ass bitch, lotta ass sit behind me Nigga if you say you lookin' for me, come and find me Talkin' 'bout what you gon' do, you know it's cap, just a rap 'Cause if you really want me nigga, know you follow all my apps You can tell your bitch at home you ain't never comin' back Have you yellin', "Yeet-yeet" while you all up in this cat, nigga? (Took me to his crib) yeah, he took me to it (The house where his mama live) and he took me to it (Then he took me to his room) and told me, "Bend it over" (And said, "Bend over, let me give you some") told that ass, "Bend it over" Come on, come on
Writer(s): Renetta Yemika Lowe, Lebra Daniels, Robert Coleman Thomas, Randy Jamal Razz Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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