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Description
Vocals: Lizzo
Vocals: Doja Cat
Producer: Ricky Reed
Producer: Jasper Harris
Producer: Alex Goldblatt
A And R Administrator: Aryanna Platt
Unknown: Bill Malina
A& R Direction: Brandon Davis
Mixer: Ricky Reed
Masterer: Zach Pereyra
Writer: Melissa “Lizzo” Jefferson
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini
Writer: Eric Frederic
Writer: Andrew Wansel
Writer: Theron Thomas
Writer: Jasper Harris
Writer: Alex Goldblatt
Lyrics and translation
Original
Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't fuck.
Take me to dinner, you still can't fuck. If I'm in your section, you still can't fuck.
Send me a bottle, you still won't. It's a nice car, but you still can't fuck.
NBA draft, and you still can't fuck. You made the playoffs, you still can't fuck.
Call me a slut, and you still won't.
You still can't.
You still won't.
And you still can't.
Fuck!
Fuck these niggas and fuck these bitches like bye, I'm wildin'. I'm not on Bumble,
I'm not on Raya. Can't get no neck or no back, you ain't Khia.
Upsetting these bitches like Cooking with Kaya. All these emotions, it's not that serious. City
Girls up, boys on they period. I think it's cute, I think it's hilarious. And no,
I don't text back. He say he in love? Go get a tat.
Yeah, now niggas know I talk back. Yeah, these niggas know that I'm that. Yeah, these niggas know what it is.
All these hoes know I'm they bitch. Candace Owens somewhere pissed.
Kiss my -what? Nigga, get bent. -. . .
He said, "What are you bringing to the table? " I'm not bringing nothing to the table, baby. Sprinkle, sprinkle.
Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't fuck.
Take me to dinner, you still can't fuck. If I'm in your section, you still can't fuck.
Send me a bottle, you still won't. It's a nice car, but you still can't fuck.
NBA draft, and you still can't fuck. You made the playoffs, you still can't fuck.
Call me a slut, and you still won't.
You still can't.
-You still won't. And you still can't.
-Yeah, yeah, -yeah, ha, upset. -Coke can in his Hanes underwear.
Everybody in here know what's under there. Good credit and some bad skin.
He got goals, hobbies, and a passion with an accent, and his eyes knock you off your axis.
All the members clubs, he got access to. Cook, clean, and no bad tattoos.
But he ain't hitting it when Jesus return. He ain't hitting it with mommy issues.
He ain't hitting if it meant that I would have to let him hit it to and climate issues.
Wouldn't let him hit to stop a missile. Just the tip, okay, I'll cut it off.
Beg for pussy, then I cut him off. Ain't none of my clothes coming off.
-And you still won't.
-Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't fuck. Take me to dinner, you still can't fuck.
If I'm in your section, you still can't fuck. Send me a bottle, you still won't.
It's a nice car, but you still can't fuck. NBA draft, and you still can't fuck.
You made the playoffs, you still can't fuck. Call me a slut, and you still won't.
Lizzo!