Top Songs By Trevor Jackson
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trevor Jackson
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Reeves
Songwriter
Jonathan Yip
Songwriter
K. Randle
Songwriter
Malcolm McDaniel
Songwriter
Mike Lloyd
Songwriter
Ray Romulus
Songwriter
Ray McCullough
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vincent Vu
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Erik Madrid
Mixing Engineer
The Stereotypes
Producer
Ronald [RD] Dominic
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah
Ooh, that's hot
When you touch me here, you touch me there
You give me that stare, me likey
You wanna go up me wanna go down
Well I can go down me likey
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, that
Met a girl in Miami
She can barely understand me
I don't think she got a job but she do work
I'ma let her meet the family (yeah)
She ain't looking for love, go figure!
I just met her at the club
She might be a gold digger
Well, get down, girl! Go ahead, get down
She dancing, movin' that thang for me (thang for me)
I think that she got a thang for me (thang for me)
Me likey what I see
Your hands all over my body, baby
It's just you and me
What's your fantasy, baby?
When you touch me here, you touch me there
You give me that stare, me likey
You wanna go up me wanna go down
Well I can go down me likey
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, that
She's such a bad habit
But she makes me feel good, yeah
When I'm wearing this pretty young thing on my arm
Man, everybody's hooked, yeah.
It's about to go down, down, go figure
Mami sound good on the phone
Such a good kisser when I get her all alone
She dancing, movin' that thang for me (thang for me)
I think that she got a thang for me (thang for me)
Me likey what I see
Your hands all over my body, baby
It's just you and me
What's your fantasy, baby? Stand up
When you touch me here, you touch me there
You give me that stare, me likey
You wanna go up me wanna go down
Well I can go down me likey
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, that
Cool, cool, baby I could take the summer off
Young Bangz makin' sure she wheel like armor all
How to be a player, baby, I should write the monologue
Momma wanna touch me, she don't want me as a son-in-law
That girl there, a gift Mrs. Santa Clause
I'm just tryin' get up in her prize like a rental car
She all on me like I'm walking in the Pentagon
She say I'm sweet, I'm tryna to turn into a Cinnabon
Ooh, he's so classy, classy
And she like the fact my voice so raspy
I'm a H-Town playa and the game ain't fair
But the girls so nasty, stand up
When you touch me here, you touch me there
You give me that stare, me likey
You wanna go up me wanna go down
Well I can go down me likey
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, that (baby stand up)
When you touch me here, you touch me there
You give me that stare, me likey
You wanna go up me wanna go down
Well I can go down me likey
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, me likey that
Me likey this, that
Writer(s): Jeremy Reeves, Jonathan Yip, Ray Romulus, Malcolm Mcdaniel, Ray Mccullough, Mike Lloyd, Kirk Randle, Trevor Jackson
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