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Rico Nasty - Watch Your Man (feat. Marshmello) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rico Nasty
Rico Nasty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marshmello
Marshmello
Songwriter
Maria Kelly
Maria Kelly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marshmello
Marshmello
Producer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joshua “Jay Que” Queen
Engineer
Al Isler
Al Isler
Mastering Engineer
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Danny Couture
Danny Couture
Producer

Lyrics

(Mello made it right) Don't watch me, better watch your man Drum the sticks like a main event Cut off if you try your hand Could care less what these bitches sayin' I do that shit 'cause I know I can I like that bitch 'cause I know I am And I keep that shit on me You'll never catch me in a jam (yeah) My hair and makeup done up (yeah) If you don't like me, shut the fuck up We party 'til the sun up (yeah) If you got a problem, run up (run up) R-r-run up (run up) In my city, I'm a staple Rockin' Rick down to my ankles Smoking gas, no, we ain't vapin' I run this shit, no, I ain't racin' Go out and get it, stop complainin', bitch Why you always hatin', sis? Pull up in that who-that-be? But you know who the hell it is Tinted windows, candy paint Got the haters mad again Keep a hook, no candy cane I only smoke exotic strains Fuck with me, we blow your brains Bust it down, don't like it plain Me and you are not the same, n-not the same Don't watch me, better watch your man Drum the sticks like a main event ('Vent, 'vent) Don't watch me better watch your man (Man) (Man) You shoulda seen the last time a bitch tried to fuck with us Make him jump like double dutch, smoke a bitch and roll her up I'm with that gettin' money shit and you be out with such and such You say that I do too much, quite frankly, you don't do enough Yeah, I got these bitches pissed, every day I got a different wig And a different kit, got these bitches stressed, they smokin' cigs Yeah, you said that you would slide, but you never slid I ain't got to tell these hoes my name, they know who it is (who it is, who it is...)
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