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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Latto
Latto
Performer
Megan Thee Stallion
Megan Thee Stallion
Performer
Flo Milli
Flo Milli
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alyssa Stephens
Alyssa Stephens
Songwriter
Kevin Andre Price
Kevin Andre Price
Songwriter
Darryl Clemons
Darryl Clemons
Songwriter
Joel Banks
Joel Banks
Songwriter
Randall Hammers
Randall Hammers
Songwriter
Taylor Banks
Taylor Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Producer
Pooh Beatz
Pooh Beatz
Producer
Bankroll Got It
Bankroll Got It
Producer
Ben Hogarth
Ben Hogarth
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Javier Valverde
Javier Valverde
Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
Chris Bhikoo
Chris Bhikoo
Assistant Engineer
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Recording Engineer
Dominique "@Cookisdope" Cook
Dominique "@Cookisdope" Cook
Assistant Engineer
Maysin Sexton
Maysin Sexton
Assistant Engineer
'Christopher Weaver'
'Christopher Weaver'
Assistant Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Do you rap or do you tweet? 'Cause I can't tell, get in the booth, bitch (Go Grizz) (Pooh, you a fool for this one) (B-B-Bankroll Got It) I don't sing R&B, but, bitch, I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas? How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (the fuck?) I get loud ju' like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas I hang up the phone on niggas (click), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch) Every time y'all book me with 'em hoes, it's gon' be big drama (grrah) 20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt) I ju' want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (bah) Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect, anyway (Flo Milli shit) Since a jit, thought I was grown (haha), I ain't never watched my tone (never) I would cry over these niggas, but a bitch never alone (aw) Wanna fight me 'bout some dick 'cause you checkin' niggas' phones (huh?) I hope that ain't your only nigga, he ain't never comin' home (damn) Ho, I'll take over your city (city), bitch, you pussy, you a kitty (kitty) We pull up like Sunday Service, beat a bitch and show no pity (haha) I don't sing R&B, but when I ride that dick, we playin' Jodeci (ooh) A lotta ass, but I'm petite, lil' chocolate, I'm his favorite treat (favorite treat) And my Haitian say I'm perfect, try me, he gon' curse you She be tough online, but sweet in person, where the other version? (Bitch) Killin' hoes, they ridin' off in hearses (bye) Why the fuck you let me meet your nigga if you know he thirsty? Stupid bitch I don't sing R&B, but, bitch, I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas? How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (the fuck?) I get loud ju' like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas I hang up the phone on niggas (click), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch) Every time y'all book me with 'em hoes, it's gon' be big drama (grrah) 20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt) I ju' want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (bah) Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect, anyway Hmm, y'all know who the fuck it is, the most loved, the most hated The highest anticipated The one your nigga wish he dated, hahaha Real hot girl shit, ayy Bitches must be tryna save the planet, recyclin' all my old niggas (recyclin' all my old niggas) Trends you think you settin', I had that shit on in my old pictures (yeah) I'm standin' on bidness (yeah), he actin' up, then I'ma pivot (I'ma pivot) What the fuck I look like, trippin' on one outta seven billion? (Hahaha, huh) I meet the goalpost when it's movin', they say I can't, then I do it (yeah) Your favorite rapper might not like me, but his boo gon' jam my music (ah) Blue checks, big influence, chain glow like Hallelujah (on the gang) I see you barkin' at me for attention, I'll never throw the bone to ya (ayy) A-ass on Texas, niggas wanna hold it (mwah-baow), play your face card, bitch, you know I ain't foldin' (baow-baow) Baddie, make a ho mad like Rollie (yeah-yeah), diamonds get tested, we see who the coldest These bitches tryna be funny, they jokin', everything Megan put out, I own it I don't care who you think hotter than me, ain't a bitch stepped, I ain't smokin' He-he-he was in my DMs beggin', now he in my mentions hatin' (in my mentions hatin') That's exactly why you bitch-ass niggas get no conversation (shh) Throwin' salt gon' kill a snail, but won't do nothin' to a player (yeah-yeah, do nothin' to a player) All it did was make more niggas throw the coin to me like a wishin' well (ah) I don't sing R&B, but, bitch, I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas? How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (the fuck?) I get loud ju' like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas I hang up the phone on niggas (click), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch) Every time y'all book me with 'em hoes, it's gon' be big drama (grrah) 20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt) I ju' want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (bah) Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect (tuh) He a bird to me, these bitches hot like third-degree, tuh 20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service Anyway (anyway) bitch, you a clown, and I'm allergic, come on Fuck what these hoes sayin', 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect (tuh)
Writer(s): Kevin Andre Price, Randall Avery Hammers, Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Joel Banks, Taylor Banks, Alyssa Michelle Stephens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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