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Nejlepší skladby od interpreta Trey Songz
Podobné skladby
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trey Songz
Lead Vocals
Mark C Woods
Cello
Carl Cox, Jr.
Tenor Saxophone
Karen Ann Schubert
French Horn
Stephen Tirpak
Trombone
John Emmet Walsh
Trumpet
Stanley Slotter
Trumpet
Emma Kummrow
Violin
Gregory Teperman
Violin
Nina Cottman
Violin
Olga Konopelsky
Violin
CHARLES PARKER JR.
Violin
Drake
Vocals
Mark Ward
Cello
The Temptations
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Warren Felder
Songwriter
Andrew Wansel
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Dexter Wansel
Songwriter
Ezekiel Lewis
Songwriter
John Maultsby
Songwriter
Melvin Moore
Songwriter
Shawn Barron
Songwriter
Tremaine Neverson
Songwriter
Floyd Bentley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trey Songz
Executive Producer
Warren Felder
Producer
Dexter Wansel
Producer
Ezekiel Lewis
Co-Producer
Troy Taylor
Executive Producer
Adriam "A.J." Nunez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Giancarlo Lino
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zach Steele
Recording Engineer
Johnta Austin
Executive Producer
Mark Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Texty
And I wouldn't be me
If I didn't get a little nasty
They say all I ever talk about is sex
How 'bout we just move over
And do it where we at?
How 'bout you just lift that skirt up
Ooh, we can be bad
That place that ain't been touched
I'm finning on it
I'll let you sit through, keep spinning on it
Girl, giddy up, giddy up, take me on a ride to ecstasy
You don't wanna bump, bump, then take a nap
You just wanna bump, bump, bring it right back
Watch me
I'ma heat it up, beat it up, oh
Know you're tired of the usual, usual, usual
I can give you more than the usual
Not your regular, tell you what, let me touch
You gon' feel something unusual
Unusual, unusual
I'm not gon' with the usual
Not your regular, tell you what, let me touch
You gon' feel something unusual
I wanna do the wicked things you never do
What if we did it while your friends was in the room
Is that too much for ya?
Don't you feel bad, let 'em feel sexy
We can make a sex room wherever we go
Take it to the restroom, they ain't gotta know
No, oh
Watch me heat it up, beat it up
Woo, hey, do you hear me, girl?
Watch me heat it up, beat it up
Woo
Know you're tired of the usual, usual, usual
I can give you more than the usual
Not your regular, tell you what, let me touch
You gon' feel something unusual
Unusual, unusual
I'm not gon' with the usual
Not your regular, tell you what, let me touch
You gon' feel something unusual
Restaurant?
(Check)
Cinema?
(Check)
On the hood?
(Check)
Of the car?
On the dock?
(Check)
Balcony?
(Check)
In the jet?
(Check)
On the beach?
This that other shit, you know you ask for it
I might just save you some money and get ya passport
So you can come to me city, I'll take you all over
And hit you on the balcony, just don't fall over
Send me a picture, baby, you know I'd never leak it
I know you got something recent for someone decent
Why you laughing out loud? I'm serious
Bring your girl if you a little bi-curious
Please, please no storytelling to others
I promise you gon' love it, I would never let you down
Feel like I might have perfected all the things that you've expected
And you gon' know it when you bring your ass around
Know you're tired of the usual, usual, usual
I can give you more than the usual
Not your regular, tell you what, let me touch
You gon' feel something unusual
Unusual, unusual
I'm not gon' with the usual
Not your regular, tell you what, let me touch
You gon' feel something unusual
Get it all different kind of ways
All different places
Look at the many little faces you making
But can you take it?
I thought I was nasty last time
Let's go
Writer(s): Andrew Wansel, Tremaine Aldon Neverson, Warren Felder, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Aubrey Drake Graham, Melvin Moore, Ezekiel L. Lewis, Dexter G. Wansel, John Maultsby
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