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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shenseea
Shenseea
Vocals
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
CHINSEA LEE
CHINSEA LEE
Songwriter
Nathalia Marshall
Nathalia Marshall
Songwriter
Jeriel Johnson
Jeriel Johnson
Songwriter
Kevin Theodore
Kevin Theodore
Songwriter
Marcus Lomax
Marcus Lomax
Songwriter
Gamal Kosh Lewis
Gamal Kosh Lewis
Songwriter
Donny Flores
Donny Flores
Songwriter
Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman
Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Bane
Nick Bane
Recording Engineer
John Busser
John Busser
Recording Engineer
Javier Martinez
Javier Martinez
Recording Engineer
Germán Valdés
Germán Valdés
Recording Engineer
Josh Gudwin
Josh Gudwin
Mixing Engineer
Felix Byrne
Felix Byrne
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Kuk Harrell
Kuk Harrell
Vocal Producer
Jelli Dorman
Jelli Dorman
Vocal Recording Engineer
Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman
Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman
Producer

Texty

All of the chicks gyal up in the party You see me look good in my tight likkle dress Suck it up and make the man dem obsessed Put in the work, when we dance, how we sweat Dangerous when the poom-poom get wet Smooth like the skin on my face Draw figure eight when me wind up my waist Bumper and boom when I need 8-0-8 If you get a taste, you can lick up the plate I wanna rub it up, touch it up, feel it up, run it up, on it all night (all night) If the lights went down, could you keep it up, baby? (Mmm) (Keep it up, keep it up, baby) I wanna drip it up, flick it up, turn around, lift it up, for you all night (yeah, yeah) Bet you want to get some of my dutty love, baby (baby, baby) Them boys them all want me, want me Them girls like get salty, salty (salty) When we're talkin' spicy, spicy It make you want bite me, bite me (bite me) You just want the flava, flava You just want the flava, flava You just want the flava, flava You just want the flava, flava (Shenseea for the rake) Come on, baby, what you tryna do? I'm tryna pull up on you like a drive-thru I wanna know if we rockin', would you keep it cool Take trips and private dinner, just for us two Yeah he, buy me Givenchy dresses and feed me breakfast (what else) Sex is immaculate, love it when he shows affection (more) Over the balcony, bend me over like we strechin' (uh-uh) And I ain't never tappin' out like we wrestlin' (uh-uh) Throw it back, back, back on it Got all these boys mad 'cause I pass on it I'm a fly bitch, come on, baby, spend a bag on it (spend it) Yeah, we so extra, feelin' like young and unrestless I wanna rub it up, touch it up, feel it up, run it up, on it all night (all night) If the lights went down, could you keep it up baby? (Mmm) (Keep it up, keep it up, baby) I wanna drip it up, flick it up, turn around, lift it up, for you all night (yeah, yeah) Bet you want to get some of my dutty love, baby (baby, baby) Them boys them all want me, want me Them girls like get salty, salty (salty) When we're talkin' spicy, spicy (spicy) It make you want bite me, bite me (bite me) You just want the flava, flava You just want the flava, flava You just want the flava, flava You just want the flava, flava (Flava) (Flava)
Writer(s): Marcus Durand Lomax, Jeffrey Gitelman, Gamal Kosh Lewis, Donny Flores, Nathalia Marshall, Coi Leray Collins, Chinsea Lee, Kevin Leslie Theodore, Jeriel Addon Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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