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Omarion Ft. Jeremih - Show Me
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Omarion
Omarion
Вокал
Jeremih
Jeremih
Вокал
Lauryn Hill
Lauryn Hill
Артист в сэмпле
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Omarion
Omarion
Автор песен
Christopher Umana
Christopher Umana
Автор песен
Darrell Greene Jr
Darrell Greene Jr
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Ernest T Clark
Ernest T Clark
Автор песен
Jeremy Felton
Jeremy Felton
Автор песен
Marcos Palacios
Marcos Palacios
Автор песен
Micah Evan Powell
Micah Evan Powell
Автор песен
Uforo Ebong
Uforo Ebong
Автор песен
Zach Nicholls
Zach Nicholls
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Da Internz
Da Internz
Продюсер
L&F
L&F
Продюсер

Слова

Seen you on Saturday in the taxi But you ain't nothin' like the girls that you playin' with No eye contact, keep me clocked in Then I put you in my phone as my MAIN CHICK I can tell btw, you the type to cook a nigga meal by the way You the type to pay a nigga bill, by the way Twerkin' it like you do a nigga real by the way One hotel, five star suit Sun goes down, but you're turning into a freak Hundred bad bitches, all I see It's you (you you you you) Get me spontaneous and wrecking all the girls 'Cause I can't hit When you on top and no me can't help but understand When you get tip by a nigga that I be lookin' for a friend With you keep it daily, and ya know we talk some of days weekly And you ain't hurt nobody What we do, don't tell nobody I knew, before we started what We do, don't let me come bout it Just show me what you're talkin' bout Show me what you're talkin' bout Just show me what you're talkin' bout Show me what you're talkin' bout Show me what you're talk Show me what you're talk Show me what you're talk Show me what you're talk One hotel, five star suit Sun goes down, but you're turning into a freak Hundred bad bitches, all I see It's you (you you you you) Partly used the?? like she know my bitch she got a man, yuh yuh Then the bitch said she want a french kiss, blew her off the cash, yuh yuh Ain't no tellin' what she'll do if she got a shot right beside her Daddo, saddo Got a govern her to trust her?? hell if I know But I know One hotel, five star suit Sun goes down, but you're turning into a freak Two bad bitches, don't know what you want from me Ain't no room! Don't tell me, Just show me what you're talkin' bout Show me what you're talkin' bout Just show me what you're talkin' bout Show me what you're talkin' bout Show me what you're talk Show me what you're talk Show me what you're talk Show me what you're talk
Writer(s): Marcos Palacios, Ernest Clark, Micah Powell, Christopher Umana, Darrell Greene Jr., Omari Grandberry, Uforo Ebong, Jeremiah Felton, Zach Nicholls Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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