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INTERPRÉTATION
Kid Ink
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brian Todd Collins
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Dylan Cleary-Krell
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Terrance Coles
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dez Wright
Production
Paroles
After all the shit we did
You gon' make me have to tell somebody, make me tell somebody
Plead the fifth
But in my mind I wanna tell somebody, wanna tell somebody
The way I hit it,
you gon' make me have to surf on that
ocean that I might drown in your body
Let it trip, just so bad I gotta tell somebody, gotta tell somebody
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
You really blowing my mind
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
I ain't wasting no time
Tell her hop on that thing
Quit the shade, fuck it up
Do your thang, run it back
We been on, popping
I will not sleep
F it up, do your thang
Turn around and baby run it back
I wish I could tell somebody
First off, know I ain't the type to go kiss and tell, late thing
And I'm so drunk that if I try it I misspell, late thing
And you so drunk that you dance to like everything to come on
We been mixing up these feelings with Hennessy and Patron
Now you feeling a way and I'm bout to jump in the deep-end
I know that you tryna escape, and be my little secret
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
You really blowing my mind
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
I ain't wasting no time
Tell her hop on that thing
Quit the shade, fuck it up
Do your thang, run it back
We been on, popping
I will not sleep
Fuck it up, do your thang
Turn around and baby run it back
I wish I could tell somebody
After all the shit we did
You gon' make me have to tell somebody, make me tell somebody
Plead the fifth
But in my mind I wanna tell somebody, wanna tell somebody
The way I hit it,
you gon' make me have to surf on that
ocean that I might drown in your body
Let it trip, just so bad I gotta tell somebody, gotta tell somebody
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
You really blowing my mind
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
I ain't wasting no time
Tell her hop on that thing
Quit the shade, fuck it up
Do your thang, run it back
We been on, popping
I will not sleep
F it up, do your thang
Turn around and baby run it back
I wish I could tell somebody
I should tell somebody about you
That body you showin' off, girl you should be proud to
The outfit you got on, I'm tryna get you out them
So glad that I found you, let's do
You ain't really need to push it round you
But still something in the fifth
Hope your ready for round two.
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Jamal F. Jones, Gregory Gerard Curtis, Jazmyn Michel Boodram, Kesia Darnise-cecilia Hollins, India Shawn Boodram, Jerome Harmon
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