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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mia Ariannaa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Nesmith
Composer
Richard Butler
Composer
Gabriel Blizman
Composer
David Cohill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rico Love
Producer
DtownThaGreat
Producer
G.Bliz
Producer
Rob Marks
Mixing Engineer
Nico Marzouca
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Oh yeah
Let me talk to 'em, uh
My ex best friend got a new best friend
And I'm the only one they can talk about
Meanwhile I moved on and in my mind, neither one of y'all are thought about
I won't say I'm perfect (I won't, I won't say I'm perfect)
But I was talking business and y'all was talking purses
And once there was a time that I really wanted to figure it out
Oh, really wanted to work it out
I don't feel that way now
So, girl, just do your thang
Keep my name out your mouth, out your mouth
Don't post me on your page, don't you celebrate when I win
All that love is fake, you throw dirt on my name with your friends
You feel how you feel, ain't no reason to pretend
But just keep your distance, I can tell the difference
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon' say it no more)
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
(I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
(I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
Turn the lights on
Who said what to who?
Bitch, you been knew I ain't fuck with you
Hanging with your new crew when one of 'em used to fuck my dude
While I was dealing with him
In the apartment buildings with him
I was on the road, she was chilling with him
Rolling up dutches, a lot of Henny spilling with him
Now you teehaha with this hoe
Even though she knew who I was when she did what she did
Knew what it was, she was all up in his crib
Now I'm low key thinking you was tryna get dibs
So don't "hey sis" me, don't talk about how you miss me
When you see my neck and wrist glistening
'Cause, bitch, I'm no longer listening, chea
Don't post me on your page, don't you celebrate when I win
All that love is fake, you throw dirt on my name with your friends
You feel how you feel, ain't no reason to pretend
But just keep your distance, I can tell the difference
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon' say it no more)
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
Fuck you fake ass bitches (I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
(I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
(I ain't gon', I ain't gon' say it no more)
Turn the lights on
Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Richard Preston Butler, Dwayne Nesmith, David Cohill
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