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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Vocals
Kyle Coleman
Kyle Coleman
Programming
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Programming
Sergio Romero
Sergio Romero
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Coleman
Kyle Coleman
Songwriter
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Daniel Gonzalez
Daniel Gonzalez
Songwriter
Sergio Romero
Sergio Romero
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Kyle Coleman
Kyle Coleman
Producer
Johann Chavez
Johann Chavez
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Sergio Romero
Sergio Romero
Producer

Lyrics

Places that you could wanna be cooped up I know the truth, yeah, like how I move, huh You got your tongue-tied, got a divine vibe Let's go from hennessy to red and white wine vibes See you require time, you need some quiet time Now you can't fuck no one that fucked you in their side time They try to hide love, girl, I provide mine I know the guidelines that I gotta abide by Oh, Miami nights, I'm in the benz, ocean drive prime Tryna never let you in again but you gon' slide by Always give me reason in the seasons where I need you Things you say in public, I would rather keep in secret But, you know that I love all of that ignorant shit you're talkin Dick you down in your apartment You know everythin bout it like it's your store and your department We be goin' off too often I be goin' so hard that I'm exhausted Now we need to lay our feet up Laid up on my chest while I confess That you be movin' way too fast to keep up When you talkin body language, you don't have to speak up If you woulda kept this shit one Hundred, I wouldn't have had to creep up Oh, no, no Do me how you do me You gon' do you and I'ma do me Shawty, we been in that hot pursuit You've been doin' you, I think it's time that I do me Do me how you do me You gon' do you and I'ma do me Shawty, we been in that hot pursuit You've been doin you, I think it's time that I do me Laces that you should, never be stooped up You seem to find yourself whenever you liquor drunk and juiced up I've been at a full stop, tryna get you moved up I ain't tryna wait, no You know how a player go I got certain feelings for you, I ain't tryna say it though Somethin' 'bout the body language that you speakin S-t-o-p the games, let that freak shit begin Work got you busy on the weekdays So I'm in the deep phase up until that weekend begin Know your shit a movie, so I'm sneakin, peekin Tell your nigga sue me, he be reachin, reachin I don't know your mixture I got cold intentions when I'm scrollin' through the Gram You see me goin' through your pictures I be goin' through these phases, you goin' through these niggas Never figured you be doggin me like I be doggin bitches Shit is ironic, isn't it? Ayy Do me how you do me You gon' do you and I'ma do me Shawty, we been in that hot pursuit You've been doin you, I think it's time that I do me Do me how you do me You gon' do you and I'ma do me Shawty, we been in that hot pursuit You've been doin you, I think it's time that I do me (Do me, do me, hot pursuit) (You've been doin' you, I think it's time that I do me)
Writer(s): Sergio Dior Romero, Kyle Christopher Coleman, Daystar Peterson, Daniel Gonzalez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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