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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pixie Lott
Pixie Lott
Vocals
Pusha T
Pusha T
Vocals
David Ralicke
David Ralicke
Horn
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pixie Lott
Pixie Lott
Songwriter
Christopher Mercer
Christopher Mercer
Composer
Anne Preven
Anne Preven
Composer
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christopher Mercer
Christopher Mercer
Producer
Anne Preven
Anne Preven
Mixing Engineer
Alex G
Alex G
Engineer
Tim Debney
Tim Debney
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Let's go Uh, the drop-top specialist Yes, we turn heads like an exorcist Red bottoms on our feet looking devilish We take it to the next level, feel effortless I'm tired of you kicking the dirt, just want the dust to settle I'll find just what I deserve, if you cant do better Can't say that you took your time, before the sweet turned sour You changed right before my eyes, you picked the wrong flower Don't know what you think I'm after Don't think I can take anymore Don't know what you think I'm after What do you take me for, what do you take me for Then I'm like whatever Go on right through the front door Bye I'll see ya later U take me for, what do you take me for Boy now that the tables have turned, let me see you begging It's a hard life lesson to learn, when its me you're not getting So low but you're all alone, and now you got no power Let go cos I'm cutting the rope, guess you climbed the wrong tower Don't know what you think I'm after Don't think I can take anymore Don't know what you think I'm after What do you take me for, what do you take me for Then I'm like whatever Go on right through the front door Bye I'll see ya later What do you take me for, what do you take me for Two kids in a bucket bucket, fuck it The way you handle this, Yeah I'm disgusting Never been busted, treat me like a suspect Why am I the one that just can't be trusted Try harder, discuss it, why bother I made you, I'll make another and she'll go further And you can bet a million on it South of France on a yacht with us chillin on it Don't know what you think I'm after Don't think I can take anymore Don't know what you think I'm after What do you take me for, what do you take me for Then I'm like whatever Go on right through the front door Bye I'll see ya later What do you take me for, what do you take me for
Writer(s): Earl Randle, Anne Preven, Andrew Hall, Howard Lee Grimes, Christopher William Mercer, Victoria Louise Lott, Terrence Le Varr Thornton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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