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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Songwriter
Nicholas Varvatsoulis
Nicholas Varvatsoulis
Songwriter
Niles Terrell Groce
Niles Terrell Groce
Songwriter
Paimon Jahanbin
Paimon Jahanbin
Songwriter
Nima Jahanbin
Nima Jahanbin
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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Snapz
Snapz
Producer
Wallis Lane
Wallis Lane
Producer

Lyrics

Bae, you gon' have to decide if you can handle Bein' with a thug nigga like me Know as far as my lifestyle, I try keep certain lil' shit away from you But you gon' have to be a big girl and hold a nigga down No matter what It's never gon' be easy cheffin' with a nigga Who love the streets Times I can't be reached I'm out handlin' shit that need to be dealt with No questions asked But at the end of the day I'm all 'bout my money and I love you I know you love me This for you I'm sendin' tucci to the feds like I'm FedEx I'm tryna push up Tryna have you on bеdrest I be wantin' to spend timе But I don't find the time to I'm tryna hide you where nobody can find you Pull up to the studio, I'm tryna fuck somethin' I'm steady ridin' 'round strapped I'm tryna bust somethin' Any rapper jump in your DMs Bae, just know it's smoke These bitches hatin' They see my love for you way different We by ourselves, nobody else Not even the gang with me For you, I'd cross over the sea You where I wanna be Every time we freak, You have my sheets like the Muckalee You ain't gon' keep out the trenches Bae, so stop trippin' I'm never puttin' down my fire, So don't even try I be booted out my eyes Send niggas to the sky You gon' have to put up with my guys Bae, this my life Pop mollies I'm in the 'yo with Rock Gotti Golden Acres projects Right now, it's a block party I don't even drive the 'Rari I'm in a bulletproof Caddy, Rather safe than sorry Even though these niggas ain't gon' play They know I'm dingy, I be steppin' everyday Any nigga jump in your DM Make sure you tell me bae Cus you my cutthroat Barbie I had you layin' at a party for a nigga drop I know you ridin' without a doubt You doin' shit you never did before So 'bout this love, I swear to God I'ma tear the city up Let's start a business up We slide, you got my glizzy tucked In your purse, you hold my Percs You been through worse You need a Bentley truck for that I know it's other hoes out here But bae you everything for Yak No matter what we go through You promise this shit forever stay intact At the baby shower for your people, Knew right there when I seen you, It's gon' be you and me next I started roundin' up my pieces And bust you down a piece Hope these credit cards gleesin' I was watchin' you dance It's your walk, it's your stance You make all this look easy You break me down to my knees Turn my pawn to a queen Turn my pawn to a queen, yeah I'm a real king Turn my pawn to a queen You bring me down to my knees Turn my pawn to a queen Kutthroat Barbie, you
Writer(s): Steven B. Ayala, Bill Kapri, Eric Anthony Steiner, Paimon Jahanbin, Nicholas Varvatsoulis, Nima Jahanbin, Ali Bamshad, Niles Groce, Armon Alagband, Derek Garcia, Jackson Paul Lomastro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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