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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Rare
2Rare
Vocals
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Herby Azor
Herby Azor
Songwriter
Jonathan B White
Jonathan B White
Songwriter
NASEEM YOUNG
NASEEM YOUNG
Songwriter
Rav Davies
Rav Davies
Songwriter
Zach Cassell
Zach Cassell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Cassell
Zach Cassell
Producer
A Lau
A Lau
Producer
Garrett Corbran
Garrett Corbran
Recording Engineer
Jumbo Sounds
Jumbo Sounds
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby Don't hide, come outside Run up his block like full court You gon' see who can shoot for sure (ah, ah) They hidin', they can't take it Don't look down, we up the score Sendin' that nigga to his Lord We got Ms and Ks like Michael Kors It's about to get real bad here They blackin' out they gettin' sore Don't push it (push), push it, push it (aah), push it Don't push it, push it, push it, push it And these niggas pussies, pussies, pussies, pussies They pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy (aah) Ahh, niggas pussies Think they got coochies I am a bullet, I'ma dawg, niggas sneaky You know I've been on these niggas heads like waves, fuck a dewey Wait for, I'm tryna kick you niggas like saga, it go sewey Run up just test your luck, they treat them G locks It's like pimples, they gon' bust Don't fall, don't run Don't hide, come outside Don't push it (push), push it, push it (aah), push it Don't push it, push it, push it, push it And these niggas pussies, pussies, pussies, pussies They pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy (aah) Put my dick in her then I pull her clothes Bring yo' friend with you, know I do the most, bag 'em both When you come from where I come from, nigga, you will brag too Zip 'em up quick, what the bag do? They can't even find that last dude Or the last man, he a good strand Do my murder dance, we murk man Make her give me head like a turban Love when she two-hand jerked me You look better when you be slurpin' Cum on the face, got her smirkin' Get behind her and then pop, pop, pop, pop, until it start hurtin' Tryna put the dick in your cervix, give my nut, thank you for your service Yo' Uber closer, she wanna date When I came, so I ain't on your back, I paint when I bend over T1, we gon' take him, shake him, bake him like he a fuckin' cake or sum' Put a Percocet in her booty hole, fuckin' me like a demon, huh? My dick got a fiend in that dirty bitch, I'ma clean her out These nips a nigga but a Crip with me from the project Bad bitch with me look like Cardi B I shoot a nigga if he Offset me, oops, I mean upset me Please, watch how quick I make you bleed Pop, made a nigga bleed, hand hit me up, now he bleedin' out Push it, but, miss it Know we blow shit down like a whoopee cushion Don't push it (push), push it, push it (aah), push it Don't push it, push it, push it, push it And these niggas pussies, pussies, pussies, pussies They pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy (aah) Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby Ooh, baby, baby, baby, baby
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Herby Azor, Jonathan B White, Naseem Young, Rav Davies, Zach Cassell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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