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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
IDK
IDK
Vocals
Lucky Daye
Lucky Daye
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Debrandon Brown
David Debrandon Brown
Songwriter
Eden Ahbez
Eden Ahbez
Songwriter
Fred Jerkins III
Fred Jerkins III
Songwriter
Jason Mills
Jason Mills
Songwriter
Kelly Price
Kelly Price
Songwriter
Lashawn Daniels
Lashawn Daniels
Songwriter
Rodney Jerkins
Rodney Jerkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IDK
IDK
Producer
Eden Eliah Nagar
Eden Eliah Nagar
Recording Engineer
Blue Rondo
Blue Rondo
Co-Producer
Buddha Blessed
Buddha Blessed
Co-Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Rascal
Rascal
Producer
Calin Enache
Calin Enache
Recording Engineer
Chaz Sexton
Chaz Sexton
Recording Engineer
Kouroush 'MYBOYROACH' Poursalehi
Kouroush 'MYBOYROACH' Poursalehi
Recording Engineer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Girl, you're just like Puerto Rico Sunshine, sometimes Miami When it rains, it pours like London Ooh, your looks can be deceiving, thought I knew ya Close the door, bed or floor I just want more, I can't get enough of you What I got in store, it's all of yours I just want more, I can't get enough of you She wanna ride that thing to the top of the pole Throw a couple dollars, make her get it and go From the front, from the back, from the side, do it face-to-face Understand I'm a free agent but I'm yours today (Uh-huh) Single like dollar like radio play (Uh-huh) For the rate of your head, I promise I'll stay (Uh-huh) Gotta switch up the station like ànda-dale (Uh-huh) Single like uno, no dos or no tres She a five-star bitch, when she ask, I don't trip Five-star bitch, when she ask, I don't trip Girl, you're just like Puerto Rico Sunshine, sometimes Miami When it rains, it pours like London Ooh, your looks can be deceiving, thought I knew ya Close the door, bed or floor I just want more, I can't get enough of you What I got in store, it's all of yours I just want more, I can't get enough of you You know what, you know what You know, you know We like to party, party, party You know what, you know what You know what, you know what We like to party, party, party We like to party, party, party, party, party You know what Only rolling with a slider I'ma pull up, you should roll up, get the lighter Put it on me nice and slow Mixing drinks up with tequila, she a fighter, I light her fire Anything goes, two at a time, they finding twins, they Geminis And they keep switchin' sides, mm, not surprised (Okay) She already know that her problem's always tellin' lies We over-analyze, I see it in her eyes She a five-star bitch, when she ask, I don't trip Five-star bitch, when she ask, I don't trip Girl, you're just like Puerto Rico Sunshine, sometimes Miami When it rains, it pours like London Ooh, your looks can be deceiving, thought I knew ya Close the door, bed or floor I just want more, I can't get enough of you What I got in store, it's all of yours I just want more, I can't get enough of you
Writer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Fred Jerkins Iii, David Brown, Kellie Price, Jason Mills, Lashawn Ameen Daniels, Tyron Buddah Douglas, Tobias Breuer, Derek Gamlan, Eden Ahbez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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