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LunchMoney Lewis
LunchMoney Lewis
Voz
Teddy Geiger
Teddy Geiger
Guitarra
Joe London
Joe London
Programación
Ricky Reed
Ricky Reed
Programación
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Gamal Lewis
Gamal Lewis
Letrista
Eric Burton Frederic
Eric Burton Frederic
Letrista
Teddy Geiger
Teddy Geiger
Letrista
Jacob Kasher Hindlin
Jacob Kasher Hindlin
Letrista
Joe Spargur
Joe Spargur
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Joe London
Joe London
Producción
Ricky Reed
Ricky Reed
Producción
Ethan Shumaker
Ethan Shumaker
Ingeniería de grabación
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Ingeniería de mezcla
John Hanes
John Hanes
Ingeniería de mezcla
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Ingeniería de masterización

Letra

Oh yeah When she walked out the door And you don't see her no more You know why? She found the real thing When she go like the wind And never call you again You know why? She found the real thing I'ma laugh with her, I'ma cry with her Grow old with her, prolly die with her Getting dressed up, getting fly with her Take her back home, lay by the fire with her I'll be touching, I'll be hugging, I'll be kissing out in public Have amazing conversations and I let her pick the subject Cause she know I got bills, so we born on the budget Homie I'm in love with her Uh aha, I'm turning your girl to mine I'm turning, I'm turning, I'm turning, I'm turning I'm turning your girl to mine Uh aha, I'm feeling on her behind I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling I'm feeling on her behind When she walked out the door and you don't see her no more You know why? She found the real thing When she go like the wind and never call you again You know why? She found the real thing She need somebody who gon' treat her right Give her good loving in the middle of the night You had your chance, but you just ain't her type You know why? She want the real thing You got dreadlocks, I got a fake man I'm getting laid man, you getting played fam You got John Lennon, you got Raybans I'm a superstar, you a superfan I got satellite, you got basic cable When your girl in the car she get iced cable She keep your head in them high notes That might sound hard to my record label Uh aha, I'm turning your girl to mine I'm turning, I'm turning, I'm turning, I'm turning I'm turning your girl to mine Uh aha, I'm feeling on her behind I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling I'm feeling on her behind When she walked out the door and you don't see her no more You know why? She found the real thing When she go like the wind and never call you again You know why? She found the real thing She need somebody who gon' treat her right Give her good loving in the middle of the night You had your chance, but you just ain't her type You know why? She want the real thing Real thing Real thing Real thing Real thing She want the real thing Real thing She want the real thing Real thing She need somebody who gon' treat her right Give her good loving in the middle of the night You had your chance but you just ain't her type You know why? She want the real thing
Writer(s): Jacob Kasher Hindlin, Eric Frederic, Joseph Spargur, Gamal Lewis, Teddy Geiger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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