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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nic D
Nic D
Performer
Connor Price
Connor Price
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Connor Price
Connor Price
Songwriter
Nicolas Donovan
Nicolas Donovan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
100graham
100graham
Producer
Christian Sagum
Christian Sagum
Mixing Engineer

Letra

I was talking to this girl I met this girl, but I don't know what to say What do you mean? Just use the pick-up line What pick-up line? The pick-up line, the-, the one about tying your shoes You're genius Let me tie your shoes (yeah) 'Cause I don't want you fallin' for somebody new (that's it) Yeah, and with all I knew I thought love started with an "L" (nah) But it started with a "U" When I saw you coming through Swear to God, I couldn't help it There was nothing I could do It's not a fluke (nah) Maybe we can take it to the roof Got a view, and it's good But it's not as good as you (that's the truth) Look, maybe we can talk in the back (ain't got no room) Uh, maybe I can rub on your back (be your masseuse) Uh, maybe we can run to the cash (that's what he do) Appreciate you having my back (it's what I do) Yeah, and I moon walk in I ain't seen nothing stranger, this the new Hawkins Oh, but who talkin' Oh, that's you talkin'? What you tryna do, baby? We got two options I don't mean to stare But I'm still gon' stare But you look good, too good babe, a lil' unfair Yeah, it's too unfair Usually bite my tongue, but I just don't care Move, dance, grab it, walk Move, dance, grab it, walk Move, dance, grab it, walk Move, dance, grab it, walk, yeah I like the way you workin' with it You a one O' one, you the first edition Turn a new page, we can burn a few things I might have to run a meter, but it's worth the ticket Big pockets, deep pockets, oh Been ballin', keep off it, oh Been burnin', keep talkin', oh All I ever want is what I got, alright I heard they talkin' bad There's nothing wrong with that The more they talk, that talk The more we make it, make 'em mad Yeah, and I moon walk in I ain't seen nothing stranger, this the new Hawkins Oh, but who talkin' Oh, that's you talkin'? What you tryna do, baby? We got two options I don't mean to stare But I'm still gon' stare But you look good, too good babe, a lil' unfair Yeah, it's too unfair Usually bite my tongue, but I just don't care Move, dance, grab it, walk Move, dance, grab it, walk Move, dance, grab it, walk Move, dance, grab it, walk (One hundred Graham)
Writer(s): Connor Price, Nicolas Donovan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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