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Yung Bleu - Under My Spell (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Biddle
Jeremy Biddle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robby Hale
Robby Hale
Producer
Ted
Ted
Producer
Nathaniel Alford
Nathaniel Alford
Recording Engineer
Jaramiah Rios
Jaramiah Rios
Assistant Recording Engineer
Noah Hashimoto
Noah Hashimoto
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jean-Marie Horvat
Jean-Marie Horvat
Mixing Engineer
Moon Boy Productions
Moon Boy Productions
Producer
Robert Weinacker Hale
Robert Weinacker Hale
Producer
Jerry Lang II
Jerry Lang II
Producer

Songtexte

(Make that gunplay) Oh no, no-no You want me, and I want you, we just got different views I just like multiple bitches, I like pick and choose She said, "You just nasty, want your cake and eat it too" She said, "That shit ain't fair, what if I want different dudes?" You must try to make the news? Give a nigga my pussy, know that's not the move You know that shit ain't player Know when I'm lyin', I hate that you know me so well You think I'm cheatin', I might as well You think I'm creepin', I might as well Got you under my spell She tell me, "Boo, you drive me coocoo," yeah I got that come back, got that voodoo, mm She got that wet, she got that juicy fruit, uh So please, just pick up the phone, up the phone I just wanna make you moan, make you moan I don't wanna be alone, be alone You want me, and I want you But we got different opinions It's just real shit I'm just not a regular civilian And I trusted you enough to have my children So you better respect shit, yeah Check your shit, yeah, yeah Just a consequence of bein' young and rich, yeah Ain't no other bitch Gettin' no cars or no diamonds or no time spent Just some dick, I ain't lyin', you so selfish Yeah, I know you had your fun too How the fuck I'm finna judge you? She tell me, "Boo, you drive me coocoo," yeah I got that come back, got that voodoo, mm She got that wet, she got that juicy fruit, uh So please, just pick up the phone, up the phone I just wanna make you moan, make you moan I don't wanna be alone, be alone
Writer(s): Jerry Lang, Jeremy Biddle, Teldrick Smith, Robert Hale Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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