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Treasure Davis - Simple feat. Kid Ink (Lyric)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Treasure Davis
Treasure Davis
Performer
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Treasure Davis
Treasure Davis
Composer
Andrew Wansel
Andrew Wansel
Composer
Warren Felder
Warren Felder
Composer
Ronald Colson
Ronald Colson
Composer
Stephen Mostyn
Stephen Mostyn
Composer
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
@PopWansel
@PopWansel
Producer
@Oakwud
@Oakwud
Producer
Stephen Mostyn
Stephen Mostyn
Co-Producer
Flippa123
Flippa123
Co-Producer
Angel Ramirez
Angel Ramirez
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

No nigga, no baby How you gon' get outta this one? No nigga, no baby Shoes ain't gon' do it this time No nigga, nah baby You can pay the rent by yourself this month Cause I'm mad at ya But I never can ever stay mad at ya When you give me that look removing my clothes And you poke it so good, no blubber just fold Boy screamin' your name it never get old, no And I really do try but I just can't stop it Wake up in the morning fixin' your omelet Make myself sick, I just wanna vomit Why the fuck am I so goddamn simple? Everything you do makes me resentful I say I'm done for good but that depends doe Cause I always end up wanting to kiss ya Wit yo bad ass lookin', bomb ass cookin' Why would I ever wanna leave that pussy? Don't be so pushy I ain't no rookie to the game you playin' Please believe what I'm sayin' This could be so little With all the different shit we been through Back then everything was simple Bitches say it's the issue now Whoa nigga, whoa baby Why you just now gettin' home now? Whoa nigga, whoa baby All of a sudden got a code on your phone now Whoa nigga, nah baby How you think we just supposed to get along now? Cause I'm mad at ya But I never can ever stay mad at ya You be pullin' up late, bu-buzz in your pocket Think it's all good and I'ma just drop it That ain't my shade I left on your collar And I really do try but I just can't stop it Wake up in the morning fixin' your omelet Make myself sick, I wanna just vomit But in the end it ain't beneficial You only concerned with what benefits ya All I end up with is wet eyes and tissues Expecting more than what you intended So nigga Go and let me hear all them new excuses So nigga It's really time to cut all the cute shit So nigga You better get it right 'fore you lose it
Writer(s): Steve Mostyn, Andrew Wansel, Warren Felder, Treasure Davis, Brian Collins, Ronald Tyler Colson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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