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Travis Scott - Looove (Lyrics) Ft. Kid Cudi | I get it, I get it, I get it, love
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Producer
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Additional Producer
Buddy Ross
Buddy Ross
Additional Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereya
Zach Pereya
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time (long time, long time) I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time (long time, long time) Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? They give me, they give me love, they love the scott They love how the disc rock, they lovin' the Jac' No wi fi, we hot spottin', connected the block Rollin' through the club, we feelin' the love Iller than my trees, they jockin' my steeze, please Five hundred degrees, nigga, who hotter than me? (Bitches, yeah) Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? They love me, love me, love me, yeah, they love me long time They love me, they love me, love to show me love (love) They love me, love me, love me, yeah, they love me long time They love me, they love me, love to show me love (love) Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? Come and kick back with us This a new religion, come and have mass with us Tell me, have you made love to a bachelor? Turnin' bad city, used to grow up in the backwoods Come take a ride with the real, it's the last of us We gon' make them vogue bitches turn racheter First task, now look, you used to laugh at us Pass the actavis 'cause a nigga past passivist Imagine my world of misogyny Nigga, fuck a, fuck a monogamy Got her head tipped over the driver's seat Meet me, don't go tell my mama 'bout this, baby, hold up We gon' own the summer Never, never stressin', no, we always hit the numbers 'Cause always stressin', always cuffin' different numbers Know we tired of makin' shit, you know the streets don't make diplomas Drunk somethin', tryna find my keys I find myself lookin' down at the stars, the bees The stars align, remember when it was Ramadan I try a line, might try some crime, might try to dime But now it's time, baby, now it's time Na na na na na, na na na na na Na na na na na, get the love and they givin' it up, like I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time (time, time) I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time (long time, long time) I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time (long time, long time) Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? It's on fire toni– The night is too young and the love in the air hit me Follow all the vibes up in every city Gamble with your life, thinkin' 'bout it Home with you tonight, you don't want it with him We raise our glasses, the madness The tiny waist, the asses, dance in the trances Baby said she ready and we 'bout to find out Don't be mad that your girl a fine dime, we get it Livin' live, Richard Pryor on a mission And they lookin' like they know, but they didn't Let me slip into my mode, little Smokin' plenty with tequila, baby Members of the rage run 'way with it Fashion week in Paris, front row with it Diamonds always dancin', no bullshit They see a black god on the job, yeah, I'm so winnin'
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Scott Mescudi, Jacques Webster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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