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INTERPRÉTATION
PARTYNEXTDOOR
PARTYNEXTDOOR
Chant
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Programmation
Cardiak
Cardiak
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Carl McCormick
Carl McCormick
Paroles/Composition
Ini Kamoze
Ini Kamoze
Paroles/Composition
J. Brathwaite
J. Brathwaite
Paroles/Composition
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Production
Cardiak
Cardiak
Production
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Ingénierie de mixage
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Ingénieries complémentaires
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Christal Jerez
Christal Jerez
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Greg Moffett
Greg Moffett
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Nathan Miller
Nathan Miller
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Angela Randisi
Angela Randisi
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
David "Prep" Hughes
David "Prep" Hughes
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

Oh Out in the streets they callin' murder Baby, have a drink with me, don't order a virgin (Ooh) I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see the turn up I wanna see you (Turn up) I wanna see you turn up (Oh) Yeah I done flew you out the city, girl I know that you look pretty but I want it all off (Yeah) You said come and come and get it So I came and came wit' it, fuck you 'til you nod off (Yeah) I'm PS, baby 'til I'm in Vegas, baby, 'til I hit TSA Well, there ain't no TSA (We flyin' jets) I hit Vegas straight I tell ya I'm on my way I can't bring sand to the beach (I won't bring sand) Can't bring this bitch to the strip (I won't bring her there) 'Cause you know bitches gon' hate on her Half of these bitches fake And you know what type of time I'm on (Woah, 'bout time) Out in the streets they callin' murder Baby, have a drink with me Don't order a virgin (Orderin' a virgin) I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see the turn up I wanna see you (Turn up) I wanna see you turn up (Oh) Yeah I done flew you out the city, girl I know that you look pretty but I want it all off You said come and come and get it So I came and came wit' it, fuck you 'til you nod off (Yeah) I'm PS, baby 'til I'm in Vegas, baby, 'til I hit TSA Well, there ain't no TSA I hit Vegas straight I tell ya I'm on my way I can't bring sand to the beach (I won't bring sand) Can't bring this bitch to the strip (Won't bring her there) 'Cause you know bitches gon' hate on her Half of these bitches fake and you know And you know what type of time I'm on (Woah, 'bout time) Out in the streets they callin' murder Baby, have a drink with me Don't order a virgin (Orderin' a virgin) I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see the turn up I wanna see you (Turn up) I wanna see you turn up (Oh) Out in the streets I know you doin' double shifts I know you do anything if you please You know I want those double D's Out in the Out in the streets, babe
Writer(s): Ini Kamoze, Carl E. Mccormick, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite, Shane Lee Lindstrom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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