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Drawl
1,521
Downtempo
Drawl fue lanzado el 10 de noviembre de 2014 por Houndstooth como parte del álbum Trust
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ÁlbumTrust
Fecha de lanzamiento10 de noviembre de 2014
Sello discográficoHoundstooth
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM66

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
18+
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Samia Mirza
Samia Mirza
Autoría
Justin Swinburne
Justin Swinburne
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Samia Mirza
Samia Mirza
Producción
Justin Swinburne
Justin Swinburne
Producción

Letra

Woo, oh, whoa
Uh-huh, here you go
Shawty goin' down
Like you buyin' downtown
Like you bomb on the floor
You tell me you want more
But you beggin' it for sure
Fuck you, pass that cognac
I'ma ride your daddy's lap, smack, slap, slap
Faster than your pace
Spit up on your face
Let me say, let me tell you
His name was Ratchet Alta
Sweet and sour, trump it, dump it
Sip it, keep you wet, wet, wet
Damn, you the shit
Damn, you the shit
I keep you soaked, and
Now save me, you wanna beg, please
Swear I drop it pound low just to elevate the flow
Of your shakin' hip
I make sense with no cents, flip your shit
Boom, spin it on the sink
There's no lamp, there's no trading of the recourse
Send it to the force
My thrust, your boom
You're surely buyin' croon croon
Fuck you, pass that cognac
I'ma ride your daddy's lap, smack, slap, slap
Faster than your pace
Spit up on your face
Let me say, let me tell you
His name was Ratchet Alta
Sweet and sour, trump it, dump it
Sip it, keep you wet, wet, wet
Damn, you the shit
Damn, you the shit
I keep you soaked, and
It's by designer, the jeweler choice
The final price of this costly pour
And I know you got it down
Deeper than your throat, I go choke, choke
Shawty goin' down
Like you buyin' downtown
Like you bomb on the floor
You tell me you want more
But you beggin' it for sure
Now save me, you wanna beg, please
Swear I drop it pound low just to elevate the flow
Of your shakin' hip
I make sense with no cents, flip your shit
Boom, fuck you, pass that cognac
I'ma ride your daddy's heart, lap, yeah, yeah
Faster than your pace
Spit up on that face
Let me tell you
His name was Ratchet Alta
Sweet and sour, trump it, dump it
Sip it, keep you wet, wet, wet
Damn, you the shit
Damn, you the shit
I keep you soaked, and
Choke, choke, choke
I know you make sense, but you go
Now save me, you wanna beg, please
Swear I drop it pound low just to elevate the flow
Of your shakin' hip
I make sense with no cents, flip your shit
Shit
Written by: Justin Swinburne, Samia Mirza
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