Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Axel Farden
Songwriter
Naufal Radja
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K A P
Producer
KAP
Producer
Lyrics
Oh-oh
Oh
Yeah-yeah
What do you mean, you're goin' and talkin' behind my back? (Back, back)
Sayin' all the mean words, yeah, bitch, you think I'm not hearing all that
Yeah, you think I'm naive? Bitch, you've fucked everything I had (I had)
No, I'm not gon' quiet, you're the scumbags like you've said (you've said)
Bitch, you think you're celebrity?
You just took every advantage of me
Yeah, you used my mind 'cause you don't have it
I'm the apple of myself, I'm all that you need
Yeah, you need
You need, you need
Yeah, you need
You need, you need
Yeah
You got nothing but you come to me
'Cause you got no money to pay that shit
Then you're still nothing from then, bitch
I make some bunch of money, they come
Then you sit there like nobody wants, come
I've been losing money if you want to come town
Drink some Iceland like a poor some, yeah
I've been losing all my pride
Got no ego that you've got
And I still hang with you around
Stupid bitch like I got no pride
Come to me and drink some port tight
Record some shit but nobody wants, like
'Cause we are the star without you around
Okay, okay, yeah
I was losing step, then I meet friends like you
But now I have some friends but there's no one like you
You just take all my pride, then you're leaving too
Said you have all the fame but no money to
Where your friends seems like they got job to do
Using our things to gain your names
Fake-ass motherfucker want to play some games
Hello, braid hoes, your house so sting
No job to do, force us to drink
Hop in my cars with gas you never care
To my house make fake scenarios
Clubbing all night them hoes better adios
Putting relationship's peace into chaos
Said having an affair, it's good for ratios
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Yeah, yeah
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