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PERFORMING ARTISTS
ShaneRockit
ShaneRockit
Performer
Troy Taylor
Troy Taylor
Performer
Pryce Watkins
Pryce Watkins
Performer
Edward Beck
Edward Beck
Performer
Shane Daly
Shane Daly
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Troy Taylor
Troy Taylor
Songwriter
Pryce Watkins
Pryce Watkins
Songwriter
Edward Beck
Edward Beck
Songwriter
Shane Daly
Shane Daly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ShaneRockit
ShaneRockit
Producer
Troy Taylor
Troy Taylor
Producer

Lyrics

So it's like I'm finna catch it Ten toes down in my spaceship That's just how we goin it's the lateness They gone catch my style it's contagious I can't even vibe niggas hating Yea, say she want it slow she can't take dick I can't tell no lies I can't make this up Send her back home with my fragrance You can't tell me shit bitch I'm dangerous Higher than a kite with you In the sky with you I'ma have my tongue spend some time with you Girl you're not the one but I'll be right with you You say them other guys they don't vibe with you no Trying to take you where you wanna go She get touchy touchy when I want Yea Yea I want your type But I'm in your legs And I ain't ya man But I'm in your bed And I ain't your thoughts But I'm in your head And no RIP but that pussy dead Shawty break a leg Gone and break a leg Let me put some miles on you let me take you there And I know my heart is cold like its February I done bossed you up now I'll make you my secretary Say I, like fly We can take our time All night yea Ten toes down in my spaceship That's just how we goin it's the lateness They gone catch my style it's contagious I can't even vibe niggas hating Yea, say she want it slow She can't take dick I can't tell no lies I can't make this up Send her back home with my fragrance You can't tell me shit bitch I'm dangerous In the car but feel like we overseas You're a queen when you're standing next to me oh Never told you this but you just what I need You gonna make a nigga get down on one knee They spending cash but I hit that shit for free She on a trial only known her for a week Yea Ten toes down in my spaceship That's just how we goin it's the lateness They gone catch my style it's contagious I can't even vibe niggas hating Yea, say she want it slow she can't take dick I can't tell no lies I can't make this up Send her back home with my fragrance You can't tell me shit bitch I'm dangerous
Writer(s): Edward Beck, Pryce Watkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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