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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bad Boy Chiller Crew
Bad Boy Chiller Crew
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gareth Kelly
Gareth Kelly
Lyrics
TACTICS
TACTICS
Composer
Jacob Manson
Jacob Manson
Composer
Kane Welsh
Kane Welsh
Composer
Samuel Robinson
Samuel Robinson
Composer
Kye Sones
Kye Sones
Composer
Clementine Douglas
Clementine Douglas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TACTICS
TACTICS
Producer
Jacob Manson
Jacob Manson
Producer
Mark Ralph
Mark Ralph
Mixing Engineer
Matt Tilston
Matt Tilston
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Take it back to my place Take it back to my place Oh, take it back to my place Take it back to my place (yo, yo, yo) Boy, you caught my eye Let's take it back to my place My place, oh Tell me, yours or mine Let's take it back to my place (yo, yo, yo) My place, oh Yo, life at the party, straight to the charlie Like what I see, I got my eyes on the barbie (yeah) Eyes open, I got like five from Arkyd Find those in me, get the whole shit started (yeah) Walk up in the club, it's like we holding it up They giving my cup, got me loading them up 20 shows in a month, I ain't sobering up (yeah) Ready for the night, got me tossing them up Don't film when I slide, girl, I'll snatch your phone Then, I feed, feed five to the max that roll Dex drives, dex flies, ain't ready for that show Gotta let 'em know, got my pedal to the floor I'm a nuisance, danger, full-time raver Good time chaser, all time favourite (yeah, yeah) Catch flights mean catchy feelings (yo, yo, yo) Got my foot to the pedal, got the engine screaming Boy, you caught my eye Let's take it back to my place My place, oh Tell me, yours or mine Let's take it back to my place (yeah, yeah) My place, oh You (yeah) do you, girl, don't do me Don't show me love, no, I found my feet Don't (yeah) call my phone, don't blow me up I sold my soul for the life I live That (yeah) girl's mine and that one's too A boy's gotta do what a boy's gotta do (yeah, yeah) Sippin' tequila, living la (yeah, yo, yo) viva Couple of chicas up in Ibiza Yo, four steps (yeah) on my Nikes, catch me vibin' Super stylin', cue the violins (yeah) Big grip, let's do some mileage Take that bitch off-road, go super sliding (yeah) Couple of models in that Uber, go on then, move up Make room, make room, drink 'til the booze gone (Yeah, yeah) Chicks with their boots on, sniff 'til the food's gone (Yeah, yeah) I guess your ex has moved on Boy, you caught my eye Let's take it back to my place My place, oh Tell me, yours or mine Let's take it back to my place (yo, yo) My place, oh Boy, you caught my eye Let's take it back to my place My place, oh Tell me, yours or mine Let's take it back to my place My place, oh
Writer(s): Kane Welsh, Jonathan Kirk, Clementine Maria Josephine Douglas, Kye Elliott Sones, Gareth Kelly, Jacob Oliver Manson, Samuel Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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