Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Tate
Baby Tate
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Rohn
Tyler Rohn
Songwriter
Derelle Rideout
Derelle Rideout
Songwriter
Tate Farris
Tate Farris
Songwriter
Chrystel Bagrou
Chrystel Bagrou
Songwriter
Charles McAllister
Charles McAllister
Songwriter
Andre Robertson
Andre Robertson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bizness Boi
Bizness Boi
Producer
Tyler Rohn
Tyler Rohn
Producer
Derelle Rideout
Derelle Rideout
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah Oh Oh, baby, you, you must've got me confused (Yeah) Oh, baby, you, you must've got me confused (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I ain't like that other bitch you're fucking with, I'm too bad If you want that other bitch, go fuck her then I'll fall back Who you think you fucking with? Yeah Who? Yeah, yeah You must've got me confused for one of them other bitches All of the shit that I do, but I still can't trust it even (Yeah) When I was fucking with you, you ain't have shit, hella average You a carry-on, extra baggage Guess you can't handle a bad bitch You ain't deserve that Should've known better and curved that You never will get your girl back Baby, I hope it was worth that (Yeah) Uh, fuck is you talking 'bout? You wanna come around right when I'm walking out I'm on a different route, love, I ain't giving out Changing my number, you can't even hit me there Oh, you, you must've got me confused (Yeah) Oh, baby, you, you must've got me confused (Yeah, yeah) I ain't like that other bitch you're fucking with, I'm too bad If you want that other bitch, go fuck her, then I'll fall back Who you think you fucking with? Yeah Woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy Bad bitch all day That's how I'm raised Zone 6, don't play Yeah, yeah, these hoes okay They ain't no Tate You know my name None of them other bitches, they ain't me Heard what you talking about her, let me see All of these sucker niggas for the streets You finna turn a beauty to a beast Bitch, who the fuck you think you talking to? Must've forgot I'm the boss of you Finna go do what I gotta do, yeah Oh, baby, you, you must've got me confused (Yeah) Oh, baby, you, you must've got me confused (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I ain't like that other bitch you're fucking with, I'm too bad If you want that other bitch, go fuck her, then I'll fall back Who you think you fucking with? Yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch
Writer(s): Tyler Rohn, Derelle De Sean Rideout, Andre Carnell Robertson, Sequoya Tate Farris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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