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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frenna
Frenna
Vocals
Emmanuel Osei Asamoah
Emmanuel Osei Asamoah
Saxophone
Lennard Vink
Lennard Vink
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Osei Asare
Joshua Osei Asare
Composer
Tevin Irvin Plaate
Tevin Irvin Plaate
Composer
Francis Edusei
Francis Edusei
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Churchbwoy
Churchbwoy
Producer
Spanker
Spanker
Producer
Shadrach 'Mixed by Chopz' Esprit
Shadrach 'Mixed by Chopz' Esprit
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Baby, one of the only, you're my one and my only, yeah Baby, when are you home, 'cause I feel a bit lonely, yeah What we gon' do? Omoge, what we gon' do? What we gon' do? Baby, when you come thru, yeah Been waiting, contemplating So amazing, when we out dating Love showing you around, 'cause I'm proud of ya We gon' turn and kiss on mouth and down for ya You don't wanna play no games with your babe, oh nah We don't play games. oh nah Put a plain jaine on your wrist, for my miss, oh nah We gon' bust it down fosho When I'm feeling down sick or catch flu She gon' text a nigga right up, we like soup When you're not around, I'm not in the mood Man down if they be testing my boo Who, who is that dumb? I'mma catch a body for your boy, better run If we leave now, babe, we might catch sun Are you having fun? I be rubbing on your bum like Baby, one of the only, you're my one and my only, yeah Baby, when are you home, 'cause I feel a bit lonely, yeah What we gon' do? Omoge what we gon' do What we gon' do? Baby, when you come through, yeah Still waiting, honey I'm craving Might pull up, if you send me the location Might pull up overseas, 'cause I'm down for you And if you feel like I won't leave, I got that loud for you You don't wanna play games with the [?] We don't play games oh nah Wrapping on your waist, through the taste of your love or nah I just need a taste or nah When I'm feeling down, you lift up my mood I don't need nobody, your body is just like glue Have to stick around, just me and my boo When we ride around, just swift with no roof Shoot, I swear I might shoot Baby, tell 'em what I do, baby tell me what's the move? Girl I never snooze, I got nothing left to prove If I said that I'mma do it, I'mma pull up on the moves, like, like Omoge, what we gon' do? What we gon' do? What we gon' do? Yeah Baby, one of the only, you're my one and my only, yeah Baby, when are you home, 'cause I feel a bit lonely, yeah What we gon' do? Omoge, what we gon' do? What we gon' do? Baby, when you come thru, yeah What we gon' do? Omoge, what we gon' do? What we gon' do?
Writer(s): Jonathan Jeffrey Grando, Delano Ruitenbach, Randall Felter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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