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Kiss Me More (feat. Lynden)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Sprecher
David Sprecher
Songwriter
Gerard A. Powell II
Gerard A. Powell II
Songwriter
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Songwriter
Lukasz Gottwald
Lukasz Gottwald
Songwriter
Terry Shaddick
Terry Shaddick
Songwriter
Stephen Kipner
Stephen Kipner
Songwriter
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Songwriter
Solana Rowe
Solana Rowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Recording Engineer
Rian Lewis
Rian Lewis
Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Producer
Yeti Beats
Yeti Beats
Producer
Lloyd "2Fly" Mizell
Lloyd "2Fly" Mizell
Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Engineer
Joe Visciano
Joe Visciano
Engineer
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Producer
Tizhimself
Tizhimself
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Tekst Utworu

We hug and yes, we make love And always just say "Goodnight" (La-la-la-la-la) And we cuddle, sure I do love it But I need your lips on mine Can you kiss me more? We're so young, boy We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh oh It's just principle Baby, hold me 'Cause I like the way you groove, oh oh Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it I, I feel like fuckin' something But we could be corny, fuck it Sugar, I ain't no gummy-dummy I like to say, what if, but if We could kiss and just cut the rubbish Then I might be onto somethin' I ain't givin' you one in public I'm givin' you hundreds, fuck it Somethin' we just gotta get into Sign first, middle, last, on the wisdom tooth Niggas wishin' that the bussy was a kissin' booth Taste breakfast, lunch and gin and juice And that dinner just like dessert too And when we French, refresh gimme too When I bite that lip, come get me too He want lipstick, lipgloss, hickeys too, uh Can you kiss me more? We're so young, boy We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh oh It's just principle Baby, hold me 'Cause I like the way you groove, oh oh Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it Say give me a buck, need that gushy stuff Push the limit, no you ain't good enough All your niggas say that you lost without me All my bitches feel like I dodged the county Fuckin' with you feel like jail, nigga I can't even exhale, nigga Bussy like holy grail, you know that You gon' make me need bail, you know that Caught dippin' with your friend You ain't even half man, lyin' on ya, you know that Got me a bag full of brick, you know that Control, don't slow the pace if I throw back All this ass for real (Ah) Drama make you feel (Ah) Fantasy and whip appeal Is all I can give you Can you kiss me more? We're so young, boy We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh oh It's just principle Baby, hold me 'Cause I like the way you groove, oh oh Oh, darling Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, oh-la-la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it
Writer(s): Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, Amala Zandile Dlamini, Solána Imani Rowe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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