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Слова
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh-whoa, oh, oh
No Guidnce
Flew from the cold just to get your love
Warm my soul when I get your touch
Baby, come close, let me heat you up
It can get spicy
Send the addy, girl, where you live at? (Yeah)
Pull up on you, know you like that
You're the type girl that I'd wife, yeah
OT in town for the night and
Baby, we can (yeah)
Go wherever, we can do whatever
Spend a weekend (yeah)
Sip whatever, get lit together, you know
You're hot like the sun in LA (hot, hot)
Sweat from the heat on Miami Beach
I feel so at home when you're next to me (yeah, uh)
Flew from the cold just to get your love
Warm my soul when I get your touch
Baby, come close, let me heat you up (Yeah, yeah)
It can get spicy (ayy)
Tan skin girl, you're the one I want (One I want)
Wanna fall on your ends, baby girl, what's up?
Let me come feel what you got in your cup
It can get spicy
(Ayy, let me heat it up) it can get spicy
(Ayy, let me tell you what) it can get spicy
(Ayy, let me heat it up) it can get spicy
(Ayy, let me tell you what) it can get spicy (uh)
Two-piece huggin' your body (yeah, yeah)
You a work of art, you a problem
I'm with my bros, you with your friends (yeah, yeah)
It ain't no stress, bring 'em all in
Baby, we can
Go wherever, we can do whatever (yeah)
Put that time in
Drink whatever, get lit together, you, ooh
You're hot like the sun in LA
Sweat from the heat on Miami Beach
I feel so at home when you're next to me (yeah, yeah)
It can get spicy (yeah)
Burn like the heat of the Vegas sand
August in New York, can we make some plans
For me to be with you 'til the summer ends? (Spicy)
Flew from the cold just to get your love
Warm my soul when I get your touch
Baby, come close, let me heat you up
It can get spicy (oh)
Tan skin girl, you're the one I want
Wanna fall on your ends, baby girl, what's up?
Let me come feel what you got in your cup (oh, ayy)
It can get spicy
(Ayy, let me heat it up, oh) it can get spicy
(Ayy, let me tell you what) it can get spicy (oh, oh, yeah)
(Ayy, let me heat it up) it can get spicy (oh)
(Ayy, let me tell you what) it can get spicy (yeah, yeah)
(Ayy, let me heat it up) it can get spicy (oh)
(Ayy, let me tell you what) it can get spicy (whoa)
(Ayy, let me heat it up) it can get spicy
(Ayy, let me tell you what) it can get spicy (yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Benjamin Diehl, Lunchmoney Lewis, Terrence Rolle
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