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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tone Stith
Tone Stith
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antonio Stith
Antonio Stith
Composer
Dominic Jordan
Dominic Jordan
Composer
Jimmy Giannnos
Jimmy Giannnos
Composer
Stephen "jazzlazr" Tolson
Stephen "jazzlazr" Tolson
Composer
Melvin Villanueva
Melvin Villanueva
Composer
James Prince
James Prince
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Audibles
The Audibles
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Engineer
Melvin Villanueva
Melvin Villanueva
Engineer
Rachel Blum
Rachel Blum
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Christian “Kidsilver” Sartwell
Assistant Engineer
Garret Lecea
Garret Lecea
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, ayy Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah Ooh-ah, ah-ah-ah Oh-mm-mm Ayy, ayy, watch this Watch this Bring that freaky shit right up out of you You can take the dick, I'm so proud of you I be watchin' that in and out of you In and out of you, in and out of you Ain't nobody ever see this side of you You can make it nasty like a prostitute Say you gonna do it and you follow through Right now, I know that you ready (I know that you ready) You been in the gym and your waist is lookin' slim But that ass is gettin' heavy, girl (heavy) You look good in the mirror, but you look better in my bed B-E-D (mm-mm) He got you over there, but you look better in my bed (B-E-D) You look better in my bed I be playin' in your head T-shirt and my underwear In my bed (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) I got you screamin' like, "Oh, yeah" (Mm-hmm-mm, watch this) B-E-D (watch this), uh, uh, (in my B-E-D, yeah) Ayy (ayy), yеah (yeah), we could go viral (viral) Ridin' that D like a champion And then aftеr we fuck I'ma give you the title (the title) Put you to sleep like an Ambien Don't need insurance, you better call GEICO (sleep) All of this money I'm handlin' I got a stack and it's tall as the Eiffel She make it pop like the riffle, ayy I make come over right away Tell all your niggas good night 'Cause you ain't been givin' them niggas the time of day Bottega Veneta, Versace, I'll have you drippin' in all the designer bae If anybody is lookin' for you, I bet that they'll never find you in my bed B-E-D (mm-hmm) He got you over there but you look better in my bed (B-E-D) You look better in my bed I be playin' in your head T-shirt and my underwear In my bed (oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) I got you screamin' like, "Oh, yeah" (Watch this) B-E-D (watch this) (in my B-E-D, yeah) (Bring that freaky shit right up out of you) (You can take the dick, I'm so proud of you) (I be watchin' that in and out of you) (In and out of you, in and out of you) (In and out of you, in and out of you) (In and out of you) Oh (Bring that freaky shit right up out of you) Yeah (You can take the dick, I'm so proud of you) (I be watchin' that in and out of you) (In and out of you, in and out of you) in my bed (In and out of you, in and out of you, in and out of you)
Writer(s): Dominic J. Jordan, James M. Giannos, Steven Tolson, Antonio Eugene William Stith, Melvin Villanueva, James Prince Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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