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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyla Yaweh
Tyla Yaweh
Vocals
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Brown
Tyler Brown
Songwriter
Prince Crishan
Prince Crishan
Songwriter
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Songwriter
Jeremy Biddle
Jeremy Biddle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Producer
Prince Crishan
Prince Crishan
Producer
Keyz 1
Keyz 1
Producer
PittThaKid
PittThaKid
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Don't leave me tonight Eyes, girl, your hips don't lie (Hitmaka) (Hol' up) Ridin' with the stick 'til I dash out (dash) She ain't poppin' 'til this shit done match the cash out (cash) Two in the mornin', she gon' pop it 'til I pass out (ooh) You've been at me for a minute, but I'm back now (back) Bitch, don't leave me tonight (oh) See it in your eyes, girl, your hips don't lie (no) Sip with me tonight (oh) See it in your eyes, girl, your hips don't lie (no way) Hips don't lie, hips don't lie (lie) They all mine (mine) Drip on my wrist (wrist) What's your vibe? (Vibe) Big house (big), that's a big amount (big, big) Lyin' about your friends, I'ma pick 'em out I got money on the weekend, I'ma blow it all (all) Like the summer and the fall (fall) I'ma show you how to ball Tootin' it up, let it sink in, post you on the wall Ain't no pressure, baby, you don't have to call (call) Ridin' with the stick 'til I dash out (dash) She ain't poppin' 'til this shit done match the cash out (cash) Two in the mornin', she gon' pop it 'til I pass out (ooh) You've been at me for a minute, but I'm back now (back) Bitch, don't leave me tonight (oh) See it in your eyes, girl, your hips don't lie (no) Sip with me tonight (oh) See it in your eyes, girl, your hips don't lie Hips don't lie Uh, girl, your hips don't lie (ah) Hope your lips don't lie It's Moon Boy, the astronaut I just hit up Tyla Yaweh, told him, "Let's go up at my place" (uh-huh) You ain't gettin' no invite, I'm sorry (uh-huh) Ooh, but here, don't pull in the driveway (skrrt) I'm in this bit' with a Drac' (Drac') I'm in this bit' with an open case See a cop and I'm doin' the race 'Cause my probation violated He fled, he gettin' erased (yes) 'Cause I ain't got the time, baby Move it, know I move it (yeah) Ridin' with the stick 'til I dash out (dash) She ain't poppin' 'til this shit done match the cash out (cash) Two in the mornin', she gon' pop it 'til I pass out (ooh) You've been at me for a minute, but I'm back now (back) Bitch, don't leave me tonight (oh) See it in your eyes, girl, your hips don't lie (no) Sip with me tonight (oh) See it in your eyes, girl, your hips don't lie Hips don't lie (leave me tonight) Hips don't lie See it in your eyes, girl, your hips don't lie Hips don't lie, hips don't lie (sip with me tonight) See it in your eyes, girl, your hips don't lie Hips don't lie (lie)
Writer(s): Christopher Dotson, Christian Ward, James Iii Foye, Martin Alexander Pitt, Tyler Brown, Jeremy Biddle, Ernso Fable Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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