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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Skepta
Skepta
Stimme und Gesang
Flo Milli
Flo Milli
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Skepta
Skepta
Songwriter:in
Tamia Carter
Tamia Carter
Songwriter:in
Emanuel Asante
Emanuel Asante
Songwriter:in
Lexus Arnel Lewis
Lexus Arnel Lewis
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Skepta
Skepta
Produzent:in
Lex Luger
Lex Luger
Produzent:in
Kesh
Kesh
Produzent:in
Josh Faulkner
Josh Faulkner
Mischtechniker:in
Carson Hackney
Carson Hackney
Produzent:in
Potentgyft
Potentgyft
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(No handouts, only GYFTs) Why would I lie to the girl? If she loves me enough, she gon' lie to herself Tell you the truth, I think she's fuckin' someone else (she might as well) As soon as I leave, I'm back on my greaze (greaze) When I see you again, only time will tell Sex with you's emotional (brr), nearly shed a tear, the pu- was cryin' as well Netflix, watchin' a movie, smokin' on sushi, yeah, we're high as hell Delivery at the door, 'bout to go for round two, she's saved by the bell It took her a couple of hours or two, but she came out her shell (ah) I can spend a couple of hours with you, but then I got to go (he got to go) I know you be busy, but I want to fuck you right after the show (right after the show) But only a couple of hours ago, you were takin' it slow Only take five shots and done, I'ma act like a ho (oh, yeah) I got somethin' in my- (oh, yeah), but you're makin' it grow Pussy drippin' in Louis, I thought it was over, he come back for more (come back for more) I had to come back, return of the Mack, she want all of the smoke (smoke) Now he attached, you can't get him back, so act like you know (act like you know) Is we makin' plans tonight? Say your old bitch ain't actin' right I'm tryna see what it's like, I'm tryna see what's the hype (oh, yeah) You can't handle my dude, he a meanie I'm his fav', he don't wanna leave me Ass fat, the True Religion greedy (oh) Hair cold, I think I need a beanie (okay) Hatin' hoes linkin' up, it's a meetin' (damn) Bitches goofy, they think we're competin' Actin' tough when he know he need me (shh) Bet a real nigga know how to keep me Countin' bands, this shit way too easy (countin' bands) Way too easy, I can't lie, man, this shit way too easy Get whatever I want like a genie Why would I lie to that boy? If he love me enough, he gon' lie to hisself Why would I lie to the girl? If she loves me enough, she gon' lie to herself Tell you the truth, I think she's fuckin' someone else (she might as well) As soon as I leave, I'm back on my greaze (greaze) When I see you again, only time will tell Sex with you's emotional (brr), nearly shed a tear, the pu- was cryin' as well Netflix, watchin' a movie, smokin' on sushi, yeah, we're high as hell Delivery at the door, 'bout to go for round two, she's saved by the bell It took her a couple of hours or two, but she came out her shell (ah) You ain't got to say "Thank you", the pleasure is all mine (all mine) Look in the mirror, you're so fine (yeah) No, we don't care what they talkin' 'bout online I ain't got to check my Rollie, I know the time, baby, come on They know we're the new Bonnie and Clyde Get on the wrong side, you get buried alive I be in the passenger seat, sittin' beside me My wife on the other side, ready to drive, it's a homicide Wave (wave), your (your), wrist (wrist), high (high) If you're richer than the opp guys, you niggas are not fly That's why you're hating on me, no need to lie, turn my mic' up You thought you were funny, but now you're livin' bummy I big up my hunnies, you know I'm gettin' money (Big Smoke) We can smoke and fuck and live it up But soon as the money calls, she knows I'm pickin' it up Girl, I got responsibilities (so, so, so) Why would I lie to the girl? If she loves me enough, she gon' lie to herself Tell you the truth, I think she's fuckin' someone else (she might as well) As soon as I leave, I'm back on my greaze (greaze) When I see you again, only time will tell Sex with you's emotional (brr), nearly shed a tear, the pu- was cryin' as well Netflix, watchin' a movie, smokin' on sushi, yeah, we're high as hell Delivery at the door, 'bout to go for round two, she's saved by the bell It took her a couple of hours or two, but she came out her shell (ah) (No handouts, only GYFTs)
Writer(s): Joseph Olaitan Adenuga, Lexus Lewis, Carson Hackney, Tamia Monique Carter, Emmanuel Asante, Kesshia Kumari Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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