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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phamz
Phamz
Songwriter
Nillo Miojo
Nillo Miojo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K. Wrigs
K. Wrigs
Producer
Manny Millions
Manny Millions
Producer

Lyrics

Cuz I be like, ooh Tell the truth my baby, why won't you Pick and choose, your decisions gotta move Ain't got time for your silly little, clues Cuz I don't wanna wait, no, no, no Cuz I don't wanna wait no more, no Yeah yeah Baby tell the truth, I ain't the one that you should lie to I keeps it real with you, be a one hundred is what I do A sweet Latina Asian, amazing, you hella fine too I'm with my Dutch bros, but I ain't talking bout no drive-thru So you ain't gotta worry thinking I would be cheating It got me hurt, cuz choosin' you, I got a thousand of reasons Like you was there through all the seasons of me plottin' and schemin' And I ain't finna play it stupid trading diamonds for pieces of dirt Chasin' dreams, seeing it work, wasn't believin' it first Praising if I make it or they wanna see me on a shirt See me doing great and now they looking to be reimbursed You should of thought of it across the bridge when it was being burnt But I ain't worried bout that fake shit no more Just wanna know if you could back it up in slow-mo Work of art, being artsy with the photos Andale and maybe we can keep it on the low Cuz I be like, ooh Tell the truth my baby, why won't you Pick and choose, your decisions gotta move Ain't got time for your silly little, clues Cuz I don't wanna wait, no, no, no Cuz I don't wanna wait no more, no Yeah yeah So what we doing now Following your body, you just move it wild Take you to the island, talking Curaçao All these other girls, man I can do without Cuz you the one for me, bae You weather my stormy days Can't wait to reward you crazy With jewels that's gold and jade Burmese and it's twenty-four k And we can hit the bay but it's only for a day So tell me what you want, tell me where you wanna go You ain't even gotta flaunt but you getting to the dough And I love that You a rugrat the way you bad as hell, yeah Ex fucked up, don't know what to tell ya Got a tropic fragrance, I can't wait to smell ya Tell me when to go, I'll turn Toyota to a Hellcat, aye Cuz I be like, ooh Tell the truth my baby, why won't you Pick and choose, your decisions gotta move Ain't got time for your silly little, clues Cuz I don't wanna wait, no, no, no Cuz I don't wanna wait no more, no Yeah yeah Baby I ain't got no time for games Tell me how you feel, tell me if it's real All these miscommunications kinda lame Keepin' it concealed But how you expect me to find out what's wrong That's why I'm writing this song my baby I ain't finna front like this shit don't phase me We could talk about it, hit my line ASAP
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