Lola Brooke의 예정 콘서트
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Lola Brooke의 상위 곡
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Lola Brooke
보컬
Bryson Tiller
보컬
Ashton "SNW" Norful
드럼
Ej Ross
건반
Khris Riddick-Tynes
프로그래밍
Julian Mason
프로그래밍
작곡 및 작사
Bryson Tiller
송라이터
Ronnie E Broomfield
송라이터
Shyniece Thomas
송라이터
Khris Riddick-Tynes
송라이터
Julian Mason
송라이터
Kameron Glasper
송라이터
Jean Claude Olivier
송라이터
Mckinley J. Horton
송라이터
Samuel J. Barnes
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Khris Riddick-Tynes
프로듀서
Sonny Carson
레코딩 엔지니어
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
믹싱 엔지니어
Dan Millice
마스터링 엔지니어
Eugene Sims
책임 프로듀서
Lil Ju
프로듀서
LilJuMadeDaBeat
프로듀서
가사
Tonight, tonight, tonight, oh
Yeah, Tiller, whoa
And Young Lola, controller, come closer
Mad pretty, make me lose composure
Tad tipsy, won't you come over?
Last lap in the city, know I'm unsober
True, know I see you come over (you know I see you over there, there, there?)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
I'm a badass Brooklyn brown skin bitch (brown skin bitch)
And I love a hood nigga with some toxic dick (hey, baby)
Nothing but some socks, beef and brocs in it (whoa)
Have me walking all crooked in my Crocs and shit (Brr)
Bitch, I go Taraji for my baby boy (for my baby boy)
Ride it like a Kawasaki, that's his favorite toy (favorite toy)
I'ma swipe his EBT like a Amex (uh)
Give it to him raw (uh), no drawers, no latex (uh, uh)
Yeah, I got him butt-naked for me waitin' at home (waitin' at home)
Bitch, your pussy ain't hittin' if he takin' too long (if he takin' too long)
Told him, "Put my name on it" (yeah), yeah, I'm makin' him moan
Smellin' Lola Brooke, that's his favorite cologne
Ha, huh, I'm yours for the summer
Wanna drink until we drunk? I'm choosin' you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby
You say he crazy, so I gotta take a risk on you
Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (yeah), baby?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Tryna make a choice between his leg or his face
Shit gettin' more intense than Election Day
What I expect today is good neck, hood sex
Stop callin' his phone, bitch, he catchin' up on rest (uh)
Fuckin' with me is a W, fuck him at the W
The way you cummin' quick seems to trouble you
I want a rough neck nigga that's nasty
My sex drive wild and this ass is immaculate
Put it in my, uh, nigga stabbin' it
A shooter that assassin it, tongue doin' magic tricks
Foot on neck (yeah), hand on frontal (frontal)
Got him bussin' nuts 'fore we leave the Holland Tunnel (yeah, ooh-ooh)
I'm yours for the summer (hey)
Wanna drink until we drunk? I'm choosin' you, baby
Things I wanna do to you, baby
You say he crazy, so I gotta take a risk on you (hey)
Like why would I lie when I'm tryna put this on you (yeah), baby?
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah, Tiller
Oh-ooh-woah, baby, yeah
Young Lola, controller, come closer
Mad pretty, make me lose composure
Tad tipsy, won't you come over?
Last lap in the city, know I'm unsober
True, you know I see you come over (you know I see you over there, there, there?)
Writer(s): Kameron Traviss Glasper, Khristopher Van Riddick-tynes, Bryson Dujuan Tiller, Mason Julian Martrel, Composer Author Unknown, Lola Brooke
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