Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shenseea
Vocals
London On Da Track
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Azul Wynter
Songwriter
CHINSEA LEE
Songwriter
Rosina Russell
Songwriter
Nija Charles
Songwriter
Tyshane Thompson
Songwriter
London Holmes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
Vocal Producer
Azul Wynter
Producer
Jesse Ray Ernster
Mixing Engineer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Louie Gomez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Mixing Engineer
Nick Bane
Mixing Engineer
Mishon Ratliff
Vocal Producer
Jerel Duren
Vocal Producer
Scott Taylor Jr.
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline
Drop your waistline when you hear that bass (Drop, ayy, ah-ah)
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline
Drop your waistline when you hear that bass (Drop)
You know that ting that I like
Next time I do it, I'ma need more time
Next time we do it, dig it like gold mine
Make me lose my mind
Drop it off for me
Cock it up, grip it while I twist my spine
Drop if off for me
Must be UPS, the way you drop off the sex for me
Click, clack, boom, when you kill it, that's a casualty
Take it there, send me over
Baby, talk to me, talk to me reckless
Grip from your hands like a necklace
Got a whole entree, one little taste
It's too good for you to think straight, oh
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline (Drop)
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline (Drop)
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline
Drop your waistline when you hear that bass (Drop)
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline (Drop)
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline (Drop)
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline
Here to take time, I'm not here to waste (Drop)
You can lick, you can touch (Ooh, nah-nah-nah)
Beg, you come, fling it up (Ooh, nah-nah)
Need you to slide on me
Tell me it's mine, only
When I tick-tock, let me bounce, non-stop, mm
When it's this tight, boy, you might get stuck
I need a long, long ride
I need every stroke precise
'Cause baby it's the sex for me
Click, clack, boom, when you kill it, that's a casualty
Take it there, send me over
Baby, talk to me, talk to me reckless
Grip from your hands like a necklace
Got a whole entree, one little taste
It's too good for you to think straight, oh
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline (Drop)
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline (Drop)
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline
Drop your waistline when you hear that bass (Drop)
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline (Drop)
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline (Drop)
Drop your waistline when you hear that bassline
Here to take time, I'm not here to waste (No-no, we, yeah)
Writer(s): Derek Diaz, Amanda Renee Ibanez, Gray Hawken, Brian Gregory Heard, Nija Aisha-alayja Charles, Chinsea Linda Lee, London Tyler Holmes, Jorge Perez, Tyshane Thompson, Amir B, Rosina Russell
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