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Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Chant
Tyga
Tyga
Chant
Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Paroles/Composition
Christopher Gholson
Christopher Gholson
Paroles/Composition
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Paroles/Composition
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Ingénierie de mixage
Hersh
Hersh
Assistance d’ingénierie
Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy
Production
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistance d’ingénierie
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistance de production
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Drumma Boy Yeah Niggas won't ride for you, niggas won't die for you Bitch, I'll ride for you, niggas won't die for you Fuckin' in the morn', makin' love, fuckin' in the mornin' Uh, wakin' up, fuckin' in the mornin' Niggas won't ride for you, yeah I'm 'bout to get up on that ass right now Just love me, love me down, now And you a smoker, I'ma roll up, you blow it down One more, oh, oh, girl, you loud I'm 'bout to get up on that ass right now Just love me, love me down, now And you a smoker, I'ma roll up, you blow it down One more, oh, oh, girl, you loud Yeah, I put that diamond in you, boo Put on your favorite birthday suit I hit them lights, we in the mood I'ma slide inside and don't you move Scorpio, sex drive for two Who else you know would die for you? Them niggas ain't livin' that shit I showed you shit them niggas won't ever do This year, I do my thing 'Bout to put that Def to shame So high, eyes low How you scream my name, only time you use in vain But I swear this time no foreplay and games Shoot it straight to your naval ring, put it back in, go again ('gain) Lookin' at this mess we made, but I can't take the blame (Oh, babe) yeah, this your bed, you lay in it (Oh-oh-oh) I'ma lick it up, girl gon' play with it (All night) taste so good, I put my face in it Now she runnin' from the dick, I told her stay with it I'm 'bout to get up on that ass right now Just love me, love me down, now (down) And you a smoker, I'ma roll up, you blow it down One more, oh, oh, girl, you loud I'm 'bout to get up on that ass right now Just love me, love me down, now And you a smoker, I'ma roll up, you blow it down One more, oh, oh, girl, you loud There you are Steppin' on my heart You're so cold right now And you tryna lay me down But I'm not scared of death, girl If I die, my love ain't gon' change 'Cause we're in deep, hold your breath, girl Baby, I'm in so deep, and you just wanna be loud all night, girl (Oh, babe) yeah, this your bed, you lay in it (Oh-oh-oh) I'ma lick it up, girl gon' play with it (All night) taste so good, I put my face in it Now she runnin' from the dick, I told her stay with it I'm 'bout to get up on that ass right now Just love me, love me down, now (down) And you a smoker, I'ma roll up, you blow it down One more, oh, oh, girl, you loud I'm 'bout to get up on that ass right now Just love me, love me down, now And you a smoker, I'ma roll up, you blow it down One more, oh, oh, girl, you loud
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Michael Stevenson, Christopher James Gholson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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