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Anthiny King - 365 (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthiny King
Anthiny King
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ANTHONY LEZAMA JR
ANTHONY LEZAMA JR
Songwriter
Andre Thomas
Andre Thomas
Songwriter

Lyrics

Don't leave your girl 'round me True player for real I give her something to feel huh Don't leave your girl 'round me True player for real I give her something to feel come on Why you frontin' why you faking for your friends You a 10 girl why you gon' pretend don't pretend You got all these bitches hating, you should be celebrating It's your birthday tonight So here's a candle for that cake, you know you got that bake no debate Got all these niggas watching from away Dinner served tilapia on your plate Ciroc in your glass know you got good taste, good taste Curves on your waist i swear that drives me to a place i can't come back from I can't come back from The look on your face i swear that makes me wanna take you to the bathroom Bust it open, Magnum Trojan, this love is golden Just know tonight we fucking while the water running If they knocking at the door let em come in while I'm cummin While i got your legs up, i'll be all up in your stomach I'll be all up in your stomach like you bumping baby coming got her saying Aw yeah, i been running that thang like 365 all year Aw yeah, i been running that thang like 365 all year All year, all year, all year I been running that thang like 365 all year All year, all year, all year I been running that thang like 365 all year All year, all year, all year I been running that thang like 365 all year All year, all year, all year I been running that thang like... like Why you frontin' why you faking for your friends You a 10 girl why you gon' pretend don't pretend You got all these bitches hating, you should be celebrating It's your birthday tonight So here's a candle for that cake, you know you got that bake no debate Got all these niggas watching from away Dinner served tilapia on your plate Ciroc in your glass know you got good taste, good taste Curves on your waist i swear that drives me to a place i can't come back from I can't come back from The look on your face i swear that makes me wanna take you to the bathroom ... This love is golden Just know tonight we fucking while the water running If they knocking at the door let em come in while I'm cummin While i got your legs up, i'll be all up in your stomach I'll be all up in your stomach like you bumping baby coming got her saying Aw yeah, i been running that thang like 365 all year Aw yeah, i been running that thang like 365 all year All year, all year, all year I been running that thang like 365 all year All year, all year, all year I been running that thang like 365 all year All year, all year, all year I been running that thang like 365 all year All year, all year, all year I been running that thang like... like Road trip enterprise, in between your thighs Put you through some pain, then I sympathize Empathize swing the clock in front of you, hypnotize Improvise, it's no Biggie if there's Faith what's the odds? Terror Squad, even Stephen King horrified Pun intended just for you boo Running all year like
Writer(s): Katy Perry, Mich Hansen, Anton Zaslavski, Daniel Davidsen, Peter Wallevik, Corey James Sanders, Caroline Ailin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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