積分

演出藝人
CurtisDing
CurtisDing
演出者
Lux
Lux
演出者
詞曲
CurtisDing
CurtisDing
詞曲創作
Lux
Lux
詞曲創作

歌詞

Turn up!
  Drip and lit, I’m back it up (back it up)
  Drip and lit, I’m back it up (back it up)
  Flowing curve, tryna hit it up (Yeah)
  Flowing curve, tryna hit it up (Yeah Yeah)
  Faded love, wanna cut it out (cut it out)
  Faded love, wanna cut it out (cut it out)
  Wants and needs, gotta get it out (Yeah)
  Wants and needs, gotta get it out (Yeah)
  Penthouse full of dime bitches that’s where I’m at
  One shot two shots pour it up and having fun with that
  Melatonin with Bacardi, start to feel it decaf
  Thrill seeker, party monster whatever just call me that
  
  Eh, trynna get faded
  The moonlight looks good on your face
  You play that Lil uzi vert tape
  It goes dadadadadada
  Race, on the fast lane
  Your hands on my thigh made my adrenaline raise
  Don’t really smoke but the cigarette’s on your lips
  I took it and it made me daze
  Oh you got the energy I want
  Drown you in my pinky matter and never get you bored
  You said I’d almost oust your wifey
  This infidelity kinda motherfucking amazes me
  Ain’t no trying to do you wrong
  (Ain’t no trying to do you wrong)
  Girls like us just wanna have fun
  (Girls like us just wanna have fun)
  You can’t leave the trigger to me
  Can’t play the victim with me
  Can’t blame it all on me
  
  Drip and lit, I’m back it up (back it up)
  Drip and lit, I’m back it up (back it up)
  Flowing curve, tryna hit it up (Yeah)
  Flowing curve, tryna hit it up (Yeah Yeah)
  Faded love, wanna cut it out (cut it out)
  Faded love, wanna cut it out (cut it out)
  Wants and needs, gotta get it out (Yeah)
  Wants and needs, gotta get it out (Yeah)
  Penthouse full of dime bitches that’s where I’m at
  One shot two shots pour it up and having fun with that
  Melatonin with Bacardi, start to feel it decaf
  Thrill seeker, party monster whatever just call me that
  
  Ride with me taking the jet to the west
  Take off take off
  Through the windows, I see you undress
  Cook it up cook it up
  Me and my shawty we hop in the two-door
  Heatin' up ready to go to the pluto
  Ice on my neck VVS in my condo
  My bitch’s titties like the gelato
  Bad bitch took me down on my bed (on my bed)
  That’s not my bad (That’s not my bad)
  Wake up in the morning you’re like fad (you’re like fad)
  I don’t fuck with that (I don’t fuck with that)
  I’m searching for words to make that right (Make that right)
  Please give me time
  Just not be 730 put it in mind
  And get out of my mind
  And I just tired
  Gucci Pucci pants and shoes (Gucci pants)
  I know it’s all gravy don’t tryna bank on me
  I just play with you (I just play with you)
  Telling the truth you’re not unforgettable
  Why should I care for you (Why should I care for you)
  I keep it a G that pussy all wait for me
  I just tired of you (I just tired of you)
  I just tired of you (I just tired of you)
  
  Drip and lit, I’m back it up (back it up)
  Drip and lit, I’m back it up (back it up)
  Flowing curve, tryna hit it up (Yeah)
  Flowing curve, tryna hit it up (Yeah Yeah)
  Faded love, wanna cut it out (cut it out)
  Faded love, wanna cut it out (cut it out)
  Wants and needs, gotta get it out (Yeah)
  Yeah
  Penthouse full of dime bitches that’s where I’m at
  One shot two shots pour it up and having fun with that
  Melatonin with Bacardi, start to feel it decaf
  Thrill seeker, party monster whatever just call me that
  
  You walk me through the metro
  My tears drop down your elbow
  《The hills》’s on my headphone
  I won’t regret till tomorrow
  Won’t regret till tomorrow
Written by: CurtisDing, Lux
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