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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Jason Derulo
Jason Derulo
Chant
Anthony Watts
Anthony Watts
Chœurs
Jackson Morgan
Jackson Morgan
Chœurs
Kyle Buckley
Kyle Buckley
Chœurs
Amelia Moore
Amelia Moore
Chœurs
Rob Nelson
Rob Nelson
Chœurs
Pink Slip
Pink Slip
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jason Derulo
Jason Derulo
Paroles/Composition
Anthony Watts
Anthony Watts
Paroles/Composition
Charles Roberts Nelsen
Charles Roberts Nelsen
Paroles/Composition
Jackson Morgan
Jackson Morgan
Paroles/Composition
Kyle Buckley
Kyle Buckley
Paroles/Composition
Landon Sears
Landon Sears
Paroles/Composition
Shawn Charles
Shawn Charles
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Brandon Hernandez
Brandon Hernandez
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Pink Slip
Pink Slip
Production
Al Isler
Al Isler
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Ingénierie de mastérisation
inverness
inverness
Production

Paroles

Hold on Da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da, da-da Yeah, Derulo I didn't know what I was lookin' for 'til you slid in You got them fellas linin' up, I bet you're used to this, oh, yeah I can't imagine a girl like you is sleepin' alone, oh, no, babe Uh, yeah, you're too damn sexy for me to be your only fan Girl, who am I to judge? I don't really care about your body count 'Cause I just want to make that body count Two, three, four, five, we got one night To make (to make), to make (to make) To make that body count (oh-oh-oh) To make that body count (oh-oh-oh) If you kiss my friend, I kiss yours Make you feel better, even up the score Like Michael Jackson said before Let me beat it, beat it, beat it 'til I can't no more ('til I can't no more) We could call it love, sex is a hell of a drug Girl, who am I to judge? (Judge) I don't really care about your body count 'Cause I just want to make that body count Two, three, four, five, we got one night To make (to make), to make (to make) To make that body count (oh-oh-oh) To make that body count (oh-oh-oh) To make that body count Alright, we gon' do some throwback shit Ayy, check this out Ayy, ayy, ayy, hey, ladies (yeah) Do you pay your own bills? (Yeah) Do you look fine? (Hell, yeah) Well, you're 'bout to get lucky tonight Hey, fellas (yeah) Is you gettin' paid? (Yeah) Do you look fly? (Hell, yeah) Well, you're 'bout to get lucky tonight Well, you're 'bout to get lucky tonight, uh Well, you're 'bout to get lucky tonight All that ass, must be good at maths Watch me, watch me, make that body count I don't really care about your body count 'Cause I just want to make that body count Two, three, four, five, we got one night To make (to make), to make (to make) To make that body count (oh-oh-oh) To make that body count, baby (oh-oh-oh) To make that body count (oh-oh-oh) Two, three, four, five, we got one night I only need one night (to make, to make) To make that body count
Writer(s): Jason Joel Desrouleaux, Jackson Morgan, Shawn Charles, Charles Roberts Nelsen, Kyle Buckley, Anthony Watts, Landon Sears Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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