Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Electrik Red
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terius Nash
Composer
Christopher Stewart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C. "Tricky" Stewart for RedZone Entertainment
Producer
Kuk Harrell
Producer
Brian "B. Luv" Thomas
Recording Engineer
Pat Thrall
Recording Engineer
Conor Gilligan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Dave Pensado
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Wuepper
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Randy Urbanski
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mark Grey
Assistant Mixing Engineer
C."Tricky" Stewart
Producer
The-Dream
Producer
Lyrics
Radio Killa
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Love when the DJ, DJ play my shit, my shit
Like this, like this
I rock, I rock
My hips, my hips
I just called to say
(Boy you know I need you baby)
Makes me feel a way
(Ooh, and I just can't explain it baby)
I just want to see
(If you can come on over baby)
Without you I can't breathe
You got me saying
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
If my body's a club you're my disco ball, ooooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
Tonight I wanna play
Come be my DJ
Now let's get
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (we gon' get)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (you know I'm)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (I know you're)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Love when the DJ, Dj play my shit, my shit
Like this, like this
I rock, I rock
My hips, my hips (you know that I love you, baby)
Then I let it go now, now
Let it go, now, now
Let it go, now, now
You know that I love you baby
(Verse 2)
Hug me, I'm your slave
(You hold me down like shackles, baby)
Sweetie, I'm your prey
(Love how you swoop down and bite me, baby)
I've run out of words to say, so I'm like-
(baby)
Wish I could describe all the ways
You make me feel like
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
If my body's a club you're my disco ball, ooooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Tonight I wanna play
Come be my DJ
Now let's get
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (we gon' get)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (you know I'm)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (I know you're)
Freaky, freaky
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Love when the DJ, Dj play my shit, my shit
Like this, like this
I rock, I rock
My hips, my hips (you know that I love you, baby)
Then I let it go now, now
Let it go, now, now
Let it go, now, now
You know that I love you baby
Melting candles flames 'til the edge of the dresser drips
I can feel the electric love at the end of your fingertips
Press me like a flat iron
Keep to me 'til the sun shines
Wake up to the morning dew
I just wanna look at you
While the birds singing
(Tweet, tweet, tweet)
Written by: Christopher Stewart, Terius Nash