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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Composer
David Brewster
David Brewster
Composer
Samuel Jimenez
Samuel Jimenez
Composer
Nicholas Baker
Nicholas Baker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smash David
Smash David
Producer
Nick Fouryn
Nick Fouryn
Producer
Rj Pasin
Rj Pasin
Recording Engineer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Mike 'Kuz' Kuzoian
Mike 'Kuz' Kuzoian
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Can I make this a bit more sexual? (Can I?) Let me do some things, I'm a professional (uh) And I'll take you to a time that you won't forget (you won't) Just let me show you, ah yeah (I promise, uh) You know what it is, (you know) legs touchin' your head (uh) Keep shakin', while we breakin' the bed Girl, that pussy the truth (break it) Girl, I swear to God, I will never lie about you (nah) Ooh, uh-uh-uh That pussy the truth, ain't nothin' to lie about She roll my blunt while we ridin' out (roll up) That shit get so wet, I might get to slidin' up She got me low, I've been hidin' out (low) If that was yo' lady, you'd probably go crazy Right in the same moment you find it out (crazy) She climb on top of me and ride it out (ride) Got her man buggin' tryna find my house (uh) Ma, you get what you ask for (uh) We goin' out the country so please bring your passport (please) Next mornin' shawty text me her back sore Face pretty, hair real and her ass soft Saks fifth, she be dressin' her ass off Trip to Bahamas the Villa in Nassau They see me with her, them niggas gon' back off Quarantinin' but we fuck with our mask off I live like a prince, uh, slidin' the window Got tints in the back of the Benz Tryna' count what I spent (run it up) Sober she like to make love But I hit from the back when I'm bent Leg up like I'm Captain Morgan I'll probably slide 'fore you see the mornin' (leg up) All the furniture, know we was on it She runnin' from it, she might need a warnin' We gon' need a moment Can I make this a bit more sexual? Let me do some things, I'm a professional And I'll take you to a time that you won't forget Just let me show you, ah yeah You know what it is, legs touchin' your head (uh) Keep shakin', while we breakin' the bed (break it) Girl, that pussy the truth Girl, I swear to God, I will never lie about you, ooh (nah) I like to smoke, she told me she like to get drunk And that she don't like niggas that's broke (me neither) I climb out that pussy, she call me the goat I think she done fell in love with my stroke (aye) Her body shakin' like she just caught a stroke Ain't nothin' to talk about, all in her throat Her friends askin' her, they all wanna know Some more casa amigos the all wanna go That 'nani the truth, so why would I lie 'bout the shit? (Why?) I'd be surprised if you hit Just walked outta Louie, she bodied the fit Got back to the crib and she sloppy with dick (oh) If I aim at ya melon, it gotta get split (boom) If she tryna die then she gotta get clipped Carti' for mines so the shiniest wrist 49ers we the grimiest clique (nines) Got no trouble tryna find me a bitch (never) Go and hustle like we gotta get rich (got to) I ain't call you 'cause I probably was drunk Might've curved you 'cause I probably was lit In our section got your wife with some Crips Bust her ass, then I'm probably gon' split (come here) We touchin' cash, got a lot more to get (lot more) We made a porno off a bottle of 'Le (take a shot) Can I make this a bit more sexual? (Can I) Let me do some things, I'm a professional (I'ma pro) And I'll take you to a time that you won't forget (uh-uh) Just let me show you, ah yeah (you know) You know what it is, legs touchin' your head (uh) Keep shakin', while we breakin' the bed (shake it, shake it) Girl, that pussy the truth Girl, I swear to God, I will never lie about you, ooh, ah (I swear never) Can I make this a bit more sexual? (That's all I'm tryna do) Let me do some things, I'm a professional (professional) And I'll take you to a time that you won't forget (uh) Just let me show you, ah yeah (sit right here) You know what it is, legs touchin' your head (take it off, uh) Keep shakin', while we breakin' the bed (lay down) Girl, that pussy the truth Girl, I swear to God, I will never lie about you, ooh, ah (nah)
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Nicholas M. Baker, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Samuel David Jimenez, David Brewster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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