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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
21 Savage
21 Savage
Stimme und Gesang
Summer Walker
Summer Walker
Stimme und Gesang
Faith Evans
Faith Evans
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Summer Walker
Summer Walker
Komponist:in
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Komponist:in
Tye Beats
Tye Beats
Komponist:in
ISAIAH RASHAUN BROWN
ISAIAH RASHAUN BROWN
Komponist:in
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Edward Maclin Cooper III
Komponist:in
Tauren kngs Stovall
Tauren kngs Stovall
Komponist:in
Keith Thomas
Keith Thomas
Komponist:in
Faith Evans
Faith Evans
Komponist:in
Carl Thompson
Carl Thompson
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Coupe
Coupe
Produzent:in
Tye Beats
Tye Beats
Produzent:in
David "Dos Dias" Bishop
David "Dos Dias" Bishop
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
ISAIAH RASHAUN BROWN
ISAIAH RASHAUN BROWN
Mischtechniker:in
IbMixing
IbMixing
Produzent:in

Lyrics

You are the love- You are the love of my life (precious little baby) I dedicate my love to you (you are my child, oh) My child (yeah, whoa) I'm pourin' up Wocky in Greece I came a long way from the East She leavin' her cream on the sheets My brother say he wants a niece When I'm with you, it's a safe space Baby, you're bringin' me peace You know how it gets in the streets Ain't none of it shallow, it's deep Yeah, I wanna cuddle for weeks Your mama'nem think that you innocent I know you turn into a freak Don't really care about your exes Whatever it is, it could be They're playin', I'm making 'em see I know you swingin' them hoes like the D I had to comb out the dreads She fell in love with the braids Gutter bitch, she cook and clean And she'll load up the Ks Your body got me in a daze It don't matter the look, you get slayed Her face card never decline Man, fuck all that makeup, you fine Better tell all them niggas you mine She a dollar way more than a dime When I'm with you, I get nervous It gotta be love, it's a sign Yeah, I don't care where we're goin', I'm ridin' Fuck what you bring to the table 'Cause bae, you're the table, I'm eatin', let's dine (oh-oh) You know you're my baby, you know you're my twin If they disrespect me, then, it's comin' to an end If them niggas play with me, we know that you gon' sin Baby, if only you knew How much I do love you How much I do trust you I pray these hoes don't make me have to prove it You need a nigga to mold you (I know) You need a nigga to hold you (I do) He a lil' boy and I told you Why you keep lookin' for closure? Hit Eliantte and froze her (yeah, yeah) Now you a bear, polar Play with her cat, Doja (oh) Throw that shit back like you 'posed to Trust me, I'm takin' it easy I really wanna get neeky You actin' shy, but you freaky (oh) I want a piece, no Reese (oh) She sayin', "Bae, come meet me At the salon, I'm on Peachtree" She know I'm pullin' up BP (oh yeah) Ten presidentials, no D.C She love Louis and CC (oh) No 2K, I got VC Grab on that ass when she greet me I heard of your nigga, he sweet tea You cuffed me, don't ever release me (no, baby) Talk about me in your stories Bae, sub-tweet me You know you're my baby, you know you're my twin If they disrespect me, then, it's comin' to an end If them niggas play with me, we know that you gon' sin Baby, if only you knew How much I do love you How much I do trust you I pray these hoes don't make me have to prove it You are the love of my life I dedicate I dedicate it all to you
Writer(s): Carl Thompson, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Summer Marjani Walker, Edward Cooper, Faith Renee Evans, Tauren Jamar Stovall, Keith Thomas, Isaiah Brown, James Owens, Tye M. Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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