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Saweetie
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London On Da Track
Programação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Saweetie
Composição
Julius Darrington
Composição
King Los
Composição
London On Da Track
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
London On Da Track
Produção
Dale Becker
Engenharia (masterização)
Jaycen Joshua
Engenharia (mixagem)
Archer
Produção
Boobie
Produção
Don Cannon
Produção
Sean Momberger
Produção
Louie Raphael Gomez
Engenharia (gravação)
Letra
We gon' turn up at the party
Takin' shots off of my body
Pour me up (London on the track, London on the track, bitch)
Let's go (We got London on the track)
Ayy
One shot, two shots, three shots (Ayy)
Shot o' clock
(Uno, dos, tres) shot o' clock
Diamonds in my cup, so I want it on the rocks (Ice)
(Pour it, pour it, pour it) po' me up
(Pour it, pour it, pour it) po' me up
(Pour it, pour it, pour it) po' me up
BYOB, don't be lookin' at my cup
Tonight we gettin' white girl wasted, ayy
Clique full off baddies, no basics, ayy
This gon' be an icy girl favorite, ayy
Shots got me leanin' like The Matrix
All my bitches bend over, look back at it, and buss it
I'm the one that made him buy you Birkins just to touch that
Wop-wop-wop-wop-wop, make them hips roll
Drop it down, get low (If you a bad bitch)
One shot, two shots, three shots
(Ayy, uno, dos, tres) shot o' clock
(Uno, dos, tres) shot o' clock
Diamonds in my cup, so I want it on the rocks (Ice)
(Uno, dos, tres) po' me up
(Pour it, pour it, pour it) po' me up
(Pour it, pour it, pour it) po' me up
BYOB, don't be lookin' at my cup
Ayy, he braggin' he got stars in the Wraith, lame
I'm tryna get stars on the Walk of Fame
Ayy, when it's this icy, you gotta slurp it
Crocodile boots, eat this apple like a serpent
White toes, steppin' on these bitches for my spot
Real Blasian bitch, I could whip it in a wok
Lil' bad B, face down, wop-wop
Bustdown cocaina, I'm the dopest on the block
One shot, two shots, three shots
(Ayy, uno, dos, tres) shot o' clock
(Ayy, uno, dos, tres) shot o' clock
Diamonds in my cup, so I want it on the rocks (Ice)
(Uno, dos, tres) po' me up
(Pour it, pour it, pour it) po' me up
(Pour it, pour it, pour it) po' me up
BYOB, don't be lookin' at my cup (Girl, that's right)
We gon' turn up at the party
Takin' shots off of my body
Got me feelin' hella naughty
Sneaky link, don't tell nobody
(Uno, dos, tres) po' me up
(Uno, dos, tres) po' me up
(Uno, dos, tres) po' me up
Uno, dos, tres (BYOB, don't be lookin' at my cup, ice)
If you don't finance her, you are not the answer
You said you want a Saweetie with a body like a dancer
Ricky romancer, go and get your bands up
I 69 and drown him on my water like a Cancer
I 69 and drown him on my water like a Cancer
(Mwah)
On the track (Pour it, pour it, pour it)
(Pour it, pour it, pour it)
London on the track, London on the track, bitch
London on the track, London on the track
Writer(s): Donald E. Cannon, Suzanne Vega, Carlos Coleman, London Tyler Holmes, Aubrey Robinson, Diamonte Harper, Sean Aaron Momberger, Julius Darrington, Archer
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