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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Stimme und Gesang
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter:in
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
Songwriter:in
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter:in
Glenda Proby
Glenda Proby
Songwriter:in
Jeremy Felton
Jeremy Felton
Songwriter:in
J. Grand
J. Grand
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mustard
Mustard
Produzent:in
Angel Ramirez
Angel Ramirez
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mischtechniker:in
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistent:in des:der Produzent:in
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
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I told her fuck that nigga Mustard on the beat ho I don't know your name, but you've heard my name I know why you came... Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with I told her Fuck that nigga We sitting in the back of the club Table got a rope in the front (I don't know ya) You looking real familiar, I could just be a lil' drunk I don't know your name, it's a goddamn shame I don't know how to explain it for ya But, girl, I'm just saying If you got a man back home, I don't know him What, just keep it on the hush Pocket full of trees, don't beat around the bush Walk on green, I can even hear the putt K.O shawty when I hit her with a punchline Get a couple shots when it's crunch time Ducking from my ex like a one time Throw a sign when you really tryn' go Got the car parked right at the door I don't know your name, but you've heard my name I know why you came... Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with I told her Fuck that nigga Nah, and you don't know my name, no Just in case you' the feds; I don't know ya I might'a poured you a drink But don't let it go to your head I know why you came Tryna be my main chick Passenger side when I lane switch Top back, two seats only Ain't no room for your friends, I don't know them We just seizing the moment Up all night, throw a deuce to the morning (wait) Fly mo'fucka, everything is imported (wait) Don't try to act too important I know your game You got a gang of niggas, all over you But you all over here, on me Girl, I ain't tryna dog ya Bad bitch only thing I'll call you I don't know your name, but you've heard my name I know why you came... Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with I told her Fuck that nigga Baby, why you playing? You heard my name I know why you came She gonna gimme that brain so we can do our thang Let's do that thang What you thinking 'bout me taking you down, yeah I can be your man when he's not around, yeah I don't know your name, but you've heard my name I know why you came... Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with I told her Fuck that nigga
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Glenda Proby, Brian Collins Jr., Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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