Description
Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: mishlawi
Producer: Isaiah 22
Producer: Prodlem
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Michael 'Mic' Ferreira
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Maria Figueiredo
Lyrics and translation
Original
Baby, what it do? Face on cute. Body on smash. Attitude on rude.
Mama, go and hit that left, that right. Get right with you. First flight.
Yeah, she heard that I'm a dog, so you know I gotta uh, uh, oh.
Think this nigga got me pissed off. Shut your mouth, bitch, 'cause I ain't tryna hear it, dog.
You know what it is. I'm hot. I'm burning. You know, you know what it is. I'm hot. I'm burning.
The cash is coming in clean, I'm washing my hands to count up these dollars.
I learn the hard shit, ain't sweet. I'm gritting my teeth to stick to my gualla.
Yo, I fake shit 'til I made it real like the frost poppin' my collar, collar.
What I spit, they gon' swallow, swallow. Someone's daughter go hollow.
-Sexy. -Let's get high. Let's get stoned.
Take a hit of this and you won't make it home. Don't stress about the bitch.
If you want her, then she yours. But just in case you don't, what I'ma say you thinkin' though.
Baby, what it do? Face on cute. Body on smash. Attitude on rude.
Mama, go and hit that left, that right. Get right with you. First flight.
Yeah, she heard that I'm a dog, so you know I gotta uh, uh, oh.
Think this nigga got me pissed off. Shut your mouth, bitch, 'cause I ain't tryna hear it, dog.
You know what it is. I'm hot. I'm burning. You know, you know what it is. I'm hot. I'm burning.
You motherfuckers needed somebody like me just to point and then say that's the bad guy.
I ain't from New York, but the way this shit looking for me, man, I must got the best aha. Man, I might got a fever or something.
Look at that boy, he hot as a bitch.
Matter of fact, I don't think that these rappers like bitches 'cause all of them suckers are dick. You don't know me, then go do your homework.
Take a seat, homie, straighten your posture.
I like my hoes real pretty and thick, that's the reason I'm feeding them pasta.
Man, forget about music, you better act and let's try to get you a Oscar.
And then when you win, I can tell you exactly what you gotta say when you walk up. Baby, what it do? Face on cute. Body on smash.
Attitude on rude. Mama, go and hit that left, that right. Get right with you. First flight.
Yeah, she heard that I'm a dog, so you know I gotta uh, uh, oh.
Think this nigga got me pissed off. Shut your mouth, bitch, 'cause I ain't tryna hear it, dog.
You know what it is. I'm hot. I'm burning. You know, you know what it is. I'm hot.
I'm burning.