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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
JID
Stimme und Gesang
Ari Lennox
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Sheed
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Vonda Fuller
Stimme und Gesang
Quincy Jones
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jorge Miguel Cardoso Augusto
Songwriter:in
Destin Route
Songwriter:in
Courtney Salter
Songwriter:in
Anthony Parrino
Songwriter:in
John Welch
Songwriter:in
Alexander Joseph Hall
Songwriter:in
Bruce Fisher
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Quincy Jones
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Stanley Richardson
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Leon Ware
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Elite
Produzent:in
Christo
Produzent:in
Jorge Miguel Cardoso Augusto
Co-Produzent:in
Luzian Gregor Tuetsch
Co-Produzent:in
Harissis Tsakmaklis
Co-Produzent:in
Feliciano Ecar Ponce
Co-Produzent:in
John Kadadu
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mischtechniker:in
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Nicolas "Dep" de Porcel
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
A.J. Hall
Co-Produzent:in
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
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Lyrics
'Cause period
Fuck wrong with this nigga
I said, can't make you change
Can't make you change
Can't make you change (I tried)
Can't make you change
Uh, look, stuck in my ways, I know it kinda sucks
Wastin' all this time and trust
Diamonds in the rough, they had the toughest luck at findin' love
You can't change a nigga playin' games, girl you should find a sub
Musiq Soulchild or Lil Wayne should teach me how to love (me how to love)
Or teach me how to turn hoe into house husband, from out the club (no)
Known as buster, TLC would call me a scrub
Back when I was but now I'm getting it slow as fuck
I'm growing up and you know that I'm stubborn, you tryna rush it but
Can't make you change
Can't make you change
Can't make you change
Can't make you change
Can't make you change (ayy, baby, baby, baby, bitch, boy please)
Can't make you change
Can't make you change (no, I tried)
Can't make you change (it's bad, it's bad, ugly ass, lame ass, dirty ass, ugly ass)
Baby, don't leave, you're all I need
And if you stay then I'ma change my ways
Baby, don't leave, you're all I need
And if you stay then I'ma change my ways
Baby, don't leave, you're all I need
And if you stay then I'ma change my ways
Baby, don't leave, you're all I need
And if you stay then I'ma change my ways
Juggling pain and struggling problem
Looking for danger, dugging and dodging
I got a banger and not small one
Niggas be changing like a revolver
You been the same but you done been solid, mane
I could applaud ya
Fuck all the fame and fuck all the dollars, mane
Fuck what they talking, I'm ashamed
It feel like I lose the game (aye)
She said that my head too hard (ow)
I tried to be good, but nah
I'm leaving it up to God (mhm)
Squeezing the grah, thah, thah (ooh)
Oh my, did I go too far, too far, too far?
You can't change, the only thing you wanna change is the motherfuckin' beats
Let's have a word, we can talk about that shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
My baby daddy pissed me off today
So we could talk about this nigga, zero accountability
Want a bad bitch but it's too much responsibility
Look, uh, a nigga wan' change, trying hard as I can
But it's harder, tryna redesign the nature of man
DND, she in my DM for my DNA strands
Ain't fall for the scam
Then again I'm fighting off all the thoughts in my pants
Pretty broads, ménages, spend a Fall out in France
In the stars, on the ocean, in the boat or the sand
Don't you lie to me, do me like you Delilah and Samson
I can change, you ain't even really give me a chance
(Nigga, I gave your ass one million, two million, three million fucking chances)
Look, save the narrative, you saving it for marriage
I'm flying back from Paris, I can text you in the air
Remember when we met
And you said that you love the fade, but I should grow my hair
Ex-man was banned, couldn't grow a pair
Then you start fucking with the misses, not the messieurs
Life is love, love is really life as long as its pure
I ain't speaking in genders, you could follow agendas
I ain't tryna be the guy that's gone make you cry me a river like I'm Justin Timber
Timberlake or Timberland, I'm controlling my temper
Good, before I turn into a timber wolf
In the woods, you my lil red riding hood
Thought you was hiding how you feeling, it's kinda obvious
On a connecting flight to Atlanta, leavin' LaGuardia
Arguing over anonymous women, now we got a audience, fuck
Don't play with me, where is your coins
Come pick up yo' kids, and go home to yo' bitch
The one you could, the one that you could play with
Not this one, ha, for real
Shady, shady boots
Ha, ha, what Mike Epps say?
Stop calling here fucking up my family, it's a real nigga who will
Ha, it's a real nigga who will
And that's on Mary's first lamb, hahaha
Writer(s): Alexander Joseph Hall, Jorge Miguel Cardoso Augusto, Destin Route, Courtney Salter, Bruce Carleton Fisher, Anthony Parrino, John Welch, Stanley J. Richardson, Leon Ware, Quincy D. Jones
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