Crédits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Arz
Künstler:in
Laicositna
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Arz
Songwriter:in
Laicositna
Songwriter:in
Paroles
It's made in Paris
Set boundaries, I can't swing back, I know shorty wants her lick back
We coulda done resorts and wristbands, but girl, you messed up
Stay prepared, shorty don't be scared 'bout where we'll end up
And don't give up that pussy, I'll defend us, surrender
White flaggin', we're sharin' the spliff straight white ashin'
Book your nail appointment, I like them long and ratchet
This gyal are over saturated, but you got some balance
These girls do the most, but you don't seem to follow fashion
She don't understand a lot, but likes to play it rough
Used to playin' games, I told her I can call your bluff
And when she started lyin', bro, I thought I had enough
Try to play me like a fool, I had to get my lick back
And she try to ask me for breakfast, I was eatin' kit kat
I shrugged my shoulders, nod and said, "Remember take your things back"
I told her, "Girl, I couldn't give a fuck, just make it quick" (quick)
I got a plan, a life to live, I said, "You make sick"
I went and told her don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't cry
I looked, and I said, "Oh, oh, oh, oh" I said, "Oh, oh, why?"
And this is why wanna leave her (why wanna leave her)
She got me stressin' like I got a fever, fever
I went and told her don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't cry (I said, I said don't cry)
It's cool, take my lead, I hope you give and don't take from me
We argue, then we're fuckin', I think this girl's made for me
Hennessy and Sage, we're on another frequency
How's it mind over matter when you're on my mind frequently?
Milkshake Oreo, she know my porter-folio
We're livin' unorthodox like Juliet and Romeo
Hold me close, girl, let's do it over, we can't overdose
And if you're home alone, I'll be your plus one, no one knows
I can be your plus one, shit. I need, I need a plus two
If you make me feel like you deserve it, I might want you (I might want you)
Gotta go rethink back when you didn't even
And now I gotta let her know that you ain't won't be the one, boo
I went and told her don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't cry
I looked, and I said, "Oh, oh, oh, oh" I said, "Oh, oh, why?"
And this is why wanna leave her (leave her)
She got me stressin' like I got a fever, fever
I went and told her don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't cry, yeah
Writer(s): Parris Ikuomola, Joel Antwi Boasiako, Rome Myers
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