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Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
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Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
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Marvin Bailey
Marvin Bailey
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Rhys Sylvester
Rhys Sylvester
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Nathan Chisanga
Nathan Chisanga
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Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
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Lewis Hopkin
Lewis Hopkin
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Jay Reynolds
Jay Reynolds
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Preditah
Preditah
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Fred again Preditah Uh (I get, so high) (Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i) (I get, so high) girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie (I get, so high) get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly (I get, so high) she's so, so shy, until the night (Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i) I was last year and I'm still the guy Throw some sauce 'pon 'dem So high, time to walk 'pon 'dem Yeah, I do set trends Talk too much get sticky for you friends, send a - to your ends I don't dance, I ain't movin' my feet Uh, 'cause I'm dancin' with - Bad B's got my tunes on repeat Do it with ease, out 'ere tripling P's Back to my grindin' again (I'm back) Writin', rhymin' again Yeah, it's Fred yet again Manna put a line in your ends (Fred again) Aggy, so much gold it's chavvy 'Dem man are chatty like gyally Called Maggie What's my cologne? Creed and - (I get, so high) girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie (I get, so high) get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly (I get, so high) she's so, so shy, until the night (Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i) I was last year and I'm still the guy Yo, I've been stuck with my booty call Furthermore, I fell in love with my booty call (woah) Girl, you got junk, know your boot is full In the eyes of a thug, that is beautiful (real) When I'm on tour, you know who to call (hm) I'm in Tom Ford, this ain't suitable (uh) Diamonds, handbags, you suit it all (real) We move it all Ay, Mist, are you takin' the -? (why?) I swear you got a ring, that is made for a wrist (ha!) I swear I got a ting, that is made for her lips (real) I got a - for him, I ain't making a diss Gettin' so, so high, they hatin' And I can't say I don't know why (ahaha) I'm feelin' scared when the po' roll by (why?) 'Cause me and the bros got a - close by (yeah) Bang! (I get, so high) girl, you're a groupie, no need to lie (I get, so high) get so, so high, 'til you feel to fly (I get, so high) she's so, so shy, until the night (Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i) I was last year and I'm still the guy (I get, so high) (I get, so high) (I get, so high) (Temperature ri-i-i-i-i-i-i)
Writer(s): Bryce P. Wilson, Toni Braxton, Kenneth B. Edmonds, Marvin William Bailey, Fred, Rhys Thomas Sylvester, Nathan Chisanga Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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