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Yung Bleu - Confirmation (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu
Vocals
Syamali Wing
Syamali Wing
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Sheats
D. Sheats
Songwriter
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Producer
OG Parker
OG Parker
Producer
Javi
Javi
Producer
Nigel The Engineer
Nigel The Engineer
Recording Engineer
D. Sheats
D. Sheats
Producer
Jesse Jazz
Jesse Jazz
Recording Engineer
Nigel Johnston
Nigel Johnston
Mixing Engineer
Jayce Joshua
Jayce Joshua
Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Engineer
Robert Robby Hale
Robert Robby Hale
Executive Producer
Jerry "JL" Lang
Jerry "JL" Lang
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Hitmaka Making love to you Feels so strange now 'Cause we didn't get so distant And I just don't know how But I know that he don't make you feel How you supposed to feel And I'm hopin' you can see this clearly Just call my phone when you in my city 'Cause I need you and you need me Head on my chest, I feel you breathing Better fuck me good, don't tease me She said, I can show you a few things So watch me pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (pop it just like this) Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (ooh, just like this) Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (pop it just like this) Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this Making love to you (we be making love) Feels so strange now 'Cause we done got so distant (yeah) And I just don't know how But I know that he don't make you feel How you supposed to feel And I'm hoping you can see this clearly Just call my phone when you in my city Send me your location, I'm on the way (way) Just like I got off the bench, I ain't got time to play No, we ain't got time to bullshit She like, "I just got my hair done, boy, you better not pull it" (pull it) So you know I had to pull it, I'm a bully (yes sir) Bring that ass over here, don't fear me Just hit my line when you in my city Fucking on the kitchen counter, by the dishes In the kitchen, hit you by the butter biscuits Got my eyes on you, I got tunnel vision, ooh Makin' love to you (you, ooh, feel so strange) Feel so strange now (feel so strange) 'Cause we done got so distant (yeah) And I just don't know how But I know that he don't make you feel How you supposed to feel (feel, yeah) And I'm hopin' you can see this clearly Just call my phone when you in my city No makeup on but you still look pretty Go deep inside, makin' sure you feel me Better fuck me good, don't tease me I can show you a few things So watch me pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (pop it just like this) Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (ooh, just like this) Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (pop it just like this) Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this
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