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Description
Producer: Danja
Recording Engineer: Demacio Castellon
Mixing Engineer: Marcella Araica
Recording Second Engineer: Miguel Bustamante
Composer Lyricist: Nathaniel Hills
Composer Lyricist: Keri Hilson
Composer Lyricist: Garland Mosley
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh!
Two step.
Oh.
Let me talk to you, girl. I'm in your part of town.
I call your phone and you're nowhere to be found.
You do this every time.
You be MIA every single time.
The part that kills me, you rather chill with your friends instead of me.
Huh, but I ain't gonna be no clown.
I guess I'll call you next time I'm in -your town. And you say to me. . .
-So what I was out with my friends? I'm a grown woman, it's the weekend, ooh.
So what if I don't answer my phone? What if I'm not alone, I'm with him?
What's it to you? I need to get out.
You, you are killing me, y'all, killing me, y'all, killing me, and I just wanna get out.
You, you are killing me, y'all, killing me, y'all.
What you gonna do, do, do, do?
What you gonna do, do, do, ooh?
I cannot escape, no matter what I do.
Can't get away from you, oh.
Call me every day, and rather than ever cool. Getting on my nerves, I think it's time you knew.
Only gave you my number 'cause the drinks were tequila plus, you were looking sad and lonely, ooh.
But that's all it was, just put you in the game and here you go complaining. What's up with you? I need to get out.
You, you are killing me, y'all, killing me, y'all, killing me, and I just wanna get out. You, you are killing me, y'all, killing me, y'all.
What you gonna do, do, do, do?
-What you gonna do, do, do, ooh? -Like, whoa, little mama.
This the second time I'm calling your number.
I ain't chasing, I ain't even no runner. Don't you know I push the Hummer in the summer? Huh?
How you hard to be reached? I can put you where you hard to be reached.
Like sand on the balls of your feet. You can scream, ain't nobody gonna be sleep.
This your home, private beach, haha. And when it comes to. . .
, just a little bit of love and a little bit of that. Baby, push it back where your ribs is at.
Share a bowl of Crunch Berries, how real is that? Haha, I'm just joking of course. I'm trying to put your. . .
game back on course. If you're feeling dry like you don't get. . .
, if you ever get a minute, holla at your boy.
English translation
Oh!
Two step.
Oh.
Let me talk to you, girl. I'm in your part of town.
I call your phone and you're nowhere to be found.
You do this every time.
You be MIA every single time.
The part that kills me, you rather chill with your friends instead of me.
Huh, but I ain't gonna be no clown.
I guess I'll call you next time I'm in -your town. And you say to me. . .
-So what I was out with my friends? I'm a grown woman, it's the weekend, ooh.
So what if I don't answer my phone? What if I'm not alone, I'm with him?
What's it to you? I need to get out.
You, you are killing me, y'all, killing me, y'all, killing me, and I just wanna get out.
You, you are killing me, y'all, killing me, y'all.
What you gonna do, do, do, do?
What you gonna do, do, do, ooh?
I cannot escape, no matter what I do.
Can't get away from you, oh.
Call me every day, and rather than ever cool. Getting on my nerves, I think it's time you knew.
Only gave you my number 'cause the drinks were tequila plus, you were looking sad and lonely, ooh.
But that's all it was, just put you in the game and here you go complaining. What's up with you? I need to get out.
You, you are killing me, y'all, killing me, y'all, killing me, and I just wanna get out. You, you are killing me, y'all, killing me, y'all.
What you gonna do, do, do, do?
-What you gonna do, do, do, ooh? -Like, whoa, little mama.
This the second time I'm calling your number.
I ain't chasing, I ain't even no runner. Don't you know I push the Hummer in the summer? Huh?
How you hard to be reached? I can put you where you hard to be reached.
Like sand on the balls of your feet. You can scream, ain't nobody gonna be sleep.
This your home, private beach, haha. And when it comes to. . .
, just a little bit of love and a little bit of that. Baby, push it back where your ribs is at.
Share a bowl of Crunch Berries, how real is that? Haha, I'm just joking of course. I'm trying to put your. . .
game back on course. If you're feeling dry like you don't get. . .
, if you ever get a minute, holla at your boy.