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Tyga - This Is Like feat. Robin Thicke [FULL SONG]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
M. Malarkey
M. Malarkey
Keyboards
Robin Thicke
Robin Thicke
Vocals
d.a. got that dope
d.a. got that dope
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robin Thicke
Robin Thicke
Songwriter
David Doman
David Doman
Songwriter
M. Malarkey
M. Malarkey
Songwriter
Jim Lavigne
Jim Lavigne
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyga
Tyga
Vocal Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Recording Engineer
Eric Racy
Eric Racy
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
d.a. got that dope
d.a. got that dope
Producer

Lyrics

All white linen Riding till the sun comes down See that we living like woah-oh-oh This is like riding through the city With the ocean in the background This is like flying in Paris What your girl say now Party down This is like riding through the city With the ocean in the background This is like flying in Paris What your girl say now Party down Uhh, B-side, baby parlay Waterfront top back, coupe with a fade Tonight is ours, paper city, red ruby You looking fine, as beautiful as one could ever be Tires spinning, fast cars, fast women And I just wanna get a night with a happy ending The yacht life, hear the splash, so much class Lift your glass, make a toast, we around the map His and hers, her man's bags, left the tag All real love shit, with a scrub Chillin on top, get away, just a flight Living life, this is what it's like This is like riding through the city With the ocean in the background This is like flying in Paris What your girl say now Party down This is like riding through the city With the ocean in the background This is like flying in Paris What your girl say now Party down Uhh, she's so relentless, body of a Goddess Gotta take her higher Rain through my window pane, she the fire to my flame Good aim, put your heart where the sky is It's cold down there but it's lonely up here The world's so cold you gonna need a montclair Don't mind stare, when I look at you it's all clear Tryna keep it together and ball like Ross Dean 4-Seas, car clean, Harley I'm from the gold-era, my jewels is Gili A party ain't a party if it ain't all night Living life, this is what it's like This is like riding through the city With the ocean in the background This is like flying in Paris What your girl say now Party down This is like riding through the city With the ocean in the background This is like flying in Paris What your girl say now Party down Like dolphin like you've never seen before Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor This is like love, that you can never get And nobody can, woah-oh-oh This is like woah... This is like woah... This is like woah... This is like... All John Blaze, collar shirts, school days On stage, a hundred thou, two days Looking down on top from where the stars stay Reservoir and back guards in the entry way I'm young and wild and I charm our old mother Invited your young daughter, I'm known across waters Horses in the stable, Ferrari 'cause I'm able Whole life I've been waiting This is like riding through the city With the ocean in the background This is like flying in Paris What your girl say now Party down This is like riding through the city With the ocean in the background This is like flying in Paris What your girl say now Party down This is like riding... This is like flying... This is like love...
Writer(s): James William Lavigne, Michael Stevenson, David L Doman, Robin Thicke, Michael John Malarkey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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