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INTERPRÉTATION
Fame on Fire
Fame on Fire
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ozan Yildirim
Ozan Yildirim
Paroles/Composition
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Paroles/Composition
Delbert M Greer
Delbert M Greer
Paroles/Composition
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Paroles/Composition
Nickie Jon Pabón
Nickie Jon Pabón
Paroles/Composition
Nik Frascona
Nik Frascona
Paroles/Composition
Reginald Nelton
Reginald Nelton
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Fame on Fire
Fame on Fire
Production
Bryan Kuznitz
Bryan Kuznitz
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Paroles

I don't like no whips and chains And you can't tie me down But you can whip your Loving on me, baby Whip your loving on me, baby I'm vanilla, baby (I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down) I'll choke you But I ain't no killer, baby She twenty-eight Tellin' me I'm still a baby (But you can whip your loving on me, baby) I get love in Detroit like skilla Baby (Whip your loving on me, baby) And the thing about your boy is I don't like no whips and chains And you can't tie me down But you can whip your Loving on me, baby That's right, that's right Whip your loving on me, baby Young J-A-C-K, AKA Rico like Suave, Young Enrique Speakin' of AKA, she's an alpha But not around your boy She get quiet 'round your boy Hold on (Shh) Don't know what you heard or What you thought about your boy But they lied about your boy Going dumb and it's something Idiotic 'bout your boy She wearing cheetah print That's how bad she wanna be Spotted 'round your boy I don't like no whips And chains and you can't tie me down But you can whip your Loving on me, baby Whip your loving on me I'm vanilla, baby (I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down) I'll choke you But I ain't no killer, baby She twenty-eight Tellin' me I'm still a baby (But you can whip your loving on me, baby) I get love in Detroit like skilla Baby (Whip your loving on me, baby) And the thing about your boy is I don't like no whips And chains and you Can't tie me down But you can whip your Loving on me, baby Whip your loving on me, baby Young M-I-S-S-I-O-N-A-R-Y You sharp like barbed wire She stole my heart Then she got archived I keep it short with a bitch Lord Farquaad All the girls in the front row (ayy) All the girls at the barricade (ayy) All the girls that been Waiting all day Let your tongue hang out Fuck everything (ayy) If you came with a man (yeah, yeah) Let go of his hand (Let go of that shit) Everybody in the suite Kicking up they feet Stand up, bitch, dance (I see you) I'm vanilla, baby (I don't like no whips and chains and you can't tie me down) I'll choke you But I ain't no killer, baby She twenty-eight Telling me I'm still a baby (But you can whip your loving on me, baby) I get love in Detroit like skilla Baby (Whip your loving on me, baby) And the thing about your boy is I don't like no whips And chains and you can't Tie me down But you can whip your Loving on me, baby That's right, that's right Whip your loving on me, baby I don't like no whips And chains and you Can't tie me down But you can whip your Loving on me, baby Whip your lovin' on me, baby
Writer(s): Ozan Yildirim, Nik Frascona, Jack Harlow, Nickie Jon Pabon, Sean Aaron Momberger, Delbert M Greer, Reginald Nelton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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