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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
Composer
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Composer
Terrance Coles
Terrance Coles
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dez Wright
Dez Wright
Producer

Lyrics

After all the shit we did You gon' make me have to tell somebody, make me tell somebody Plead the fifth But in my mind I wanna tell somebody, wanna tell somebody The way I hit it, you gon' make me have to surf on that ocean that I might drown in your body Let it trip, just so bad I gotta tell somebody, gotta tell somebody Oh, oh, oh ma-mama You really blowing my mind Oh, oh, oh ma-mama I ain't wasting no time Tell her hop on that thing Quit the shade, fuck it up Do your thang, run it back We been on, popping I will not sleep F it up, do your thang Turn around and baby run it back I wish I could tell somebody First off, know I ain't the type to go kiss and tell, late thing And I'm so drunk that if I try it I misspell, late thing And you so drunk that you dance to like everything to come on We been mixing up these feelings with Hennessy and Patron Now you feeling a way and I'm bout to jump in the deep-end I know that you tryna escape, and be my little secret Oh, oh, oh ma-mama You really blowing my mind Oh, oh, oh ma-mama I ain't wasting no time Tell her hop on that thing Quit the shade, fuck it up Do your thang, run it back We been on, popping I will not sleep Fuck it up, do your thang Turn around and baby run it back I wish I could tell somebody After all the shit we did You gon' make me have to tell somebody, make me tell somebody Plead the fifth But in my mind I wanna tell somebody, wanna tell somebody The way I hit it, you gon' make me have to surf on that ocean that I might drown in your body Let it trip, just so bad I gotta tell somebody, gotta tell somebody Oh, oh, oh ma-mama You really blowing my mind Oh, oh, oh ma-mama I ain't wasting no time Tell her hop on that thing Quit the shade, fuck it up Do your thang, run it back We been on, popping I will not sleep F it up, do your thang Turn around and baby run it back I wish I could tell somebody I should tell somebody about you That body you showin' off, girl you should be proud to The outfit you got on, I'm tryna get you out them So glad that I found you, let's do You ain't really need to push it round you But still something in the fifth Hope your ready for round two.
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Jamal F. Jones, Gregory Gerard Curtis, Kesia Darnise-cecilia Hollins, Jerome Harmon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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