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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
No Guidnce
No Guidnce
Interprète
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
Programmation
LunchMoney Lewis
LunchMoney Lewis
Interprète
Ebube
Ebube
Chant
Brook Gibson
Brook Gibson
Chant
Zuriel Kabasomi
Zuriel Kabasomi
Chant
Joshua Lomat
Joshua Lomat
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
LunchMoney Lewis
LunchMoney Lewis
Composition
Benjamin Diehl
Benjamin Diehl
Composition
Terrence Rolle
Terrence Rolle
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
Production
Tracksion
Tracksion
Production
LunchMoney Lewis
LunchMoney Lewis
Production vocale
Pam Velez
Pam Velez
Ingénierie
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Ingénierie de mixage
Gene Grimaldi
Gene Grimaldi
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh-whoa, oh, oh No Guidnce Flew from the cold just to get your love Warm my soul when I get your touch Baby, come close, let me heat you up It can get spicy Send the addy, girl, where you live at? (Yeah) Pull up on you, know you like that You're the type girl that I'd wife, yeah OT in town for the night and Baby, we can (yeah) Go wherever, we can do whatever Spend a weekend (yeah) Sip whatever, get lit together, you know You're hot like the sun in LA (hot, hot) Sweat from the heat on Miami Beach I feel so at home when you're next to me (yeah, uh) Flew from the cold just to get your love Warm my soul when I get your touch Baby, come close, let me heat you up (Yeah, yeah) It can get spicy (ayy) Tan skin girl, you're the one I want (One I want) Wanna fall on your ends, baby girl, what's up? Let me come feel what you got in your cup It can get spicy (Ayy, let me heat it up) it can get spicy (Ayy, let me tell you what) it can get spicy (Ayy, let me heat it up) it can get spicy (Ayy, let me tell you what) it can get spicy (uh) Two-piece huggin' your body (yeah, yeah) You a work of art, you a problem I'm with my bros, you with your friends (yeah, yeah) It ain't no stress, bring 'em all in Baby, we can Go wherever, we can do whatever (yeah) Put that time in Drink whatever, get lit together, you, ooh You're hot like the sun in LA Sweat from the heat on Miami Beach I feel so at home when you're next to me (yeah, yeah) It can get spicy (yeah) Burn like the heat of the Vegas sand August in New York, can we make some plans For me to be with you 'til the summer ends? (Spicy) Flew from the cold just to get your love Warm my soul when I get your touch Baby, come close, let me heat you up It can get spicy (oh) Tan skin girl, you're the one I want Wanna fall on your ends, baby girl, what's up? Let me come feel what you got in your cup (oh, ayy) It can get spicy (Ayy, let me heat it up, oh) it can get spicy (Ayy, let me tell you what) it can get spicy (oh, oh, yeah) (Ayy, let me heat it up) it can get spicy (oh) (Ayy, let me tell you what) it can get spicy (yeah, yeah) (Ayy, let me heat it up) it can get spicy (oh) (Ayy, let me tell you what) it can get spicy (whoa) (Ayy, let me heat it up) it can get spicy (Ayy, let me tell you what) it can get spicy (yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Benjamin Diehl, Lunchmoney Lewis, Terrence Rolle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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