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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Vocals
JID
JID
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Ari Starace
Ari Starace
Songwriter
Mayer Hawthorne
Mayer Hawthorne
Songwriter
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Executive Producer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Hector Vega
Hector Vega
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Fili Filizzola
Fili Filizzola
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Mayer Hawthorne
Mayer Hawthorne
Producer
Connor Hedge
Connor Hedge
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Y2K
Y2K
Producer
Yeti Beats
Yeti Beats
Executive Producer
Kayla Reagan
Kayla Reagan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

I don't need loving, late-night cuffing Take it all off, you naughty Put it back on and pause it Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet Takin' that elsewhere, maybe We know we both got options I know you faded, boy I feel it wearing off Went to get Hen' and Coke I like the way you talk, yeah I couldn't give a fuck Giving him paranoia He just wanna smash on tour Fucking for the new velours I like it when you with me all night I can't imagine what you might try Yeah, you so full of surprises, guess you one of my vices You want a picket fence and a wife? You never change your mind when I cry Yeah, I see you flossing, you know it Dropping your jaw when the drawers hit the floor I don't need loving, late-night cuffing Take it all off, you naughty Put it back on and pause it Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet Takin' that elsewhere, maybe We know we both got options You can count on me To never count on you I'm only down for you We pretty down, baby, well, I, I She wanna fuck a nigga like she love me She got a lover, but I might get lucky But you got me on a drain like a drunkie Looking at the junk in your trunk like a junkie We don't speak, just fuck a twice a week And if she like freaks, we must try a threesome Do it on the beach, in the sand, let me see some' Seashells on the shore, I'm a beach bum Finna eat some' when you come Baby, don't you wanna let me know? Laying on my bed like a vegetable Lied when you said, "Never let me go" Just like a pole, you professional Stand on your hand 'cause you flexible Now she tryna fuck me in the restroom or the parking lot At the restaurant, anywhere, everywhere, anytime, I I don't need loving, late-night cuffing Take it all off, you naughty Put it back on and pause it Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet Takin' that elsewhere, maybe We know we both got options I don't need loving, late-night cuffing Take it all off, you naughty Put it back on and pause it Kitchen, island, bedroom, closet Takin' that elsewhere, maybe We know we both got options
Writer(s): Andrew M Cohen, Destin Route, Amala Zandile Dlamini, Ari Starace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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