Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Grant
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ralph Tiller
Producer
Lyrics
That ass
In them jeans
Just make me
Huff and wheeze
Step off my chest please
I'm lost in it
Like a present on the eve
Just gift wrapped
In Dungarees
With eyes that kill
Wit ease
I run to ya
And I'm never gon play no games
I'm just here gettin straight to the point
And baby it's a gotdamn shame
That we even had to wait this long
Something I could put in a frame
Picture us here with nothin on
A world in my hands
God has his plans
But this time
I want you
All to myself
Im don't wanna say it again
But I want ya
All to myself
I don't wanna say it again
But I want ya
All to myself
Im just gonna say it again
I want ya
All to myself
All to my
Fat ass
Poppin out them jeans
Low rise soft thing
You fine as
Tickets in DC
Swear I'm speeding
Dont lie back
Lost in deep seas
Waves jus beating
Grab that
Smack that
Teach me
Swear I'll repeat
And I'm never gon play no games
I'm just here gettin straight to the point
And baby it's a gotdamn shame
That we even had to wait this long
Something I could put in a frame
Picture us here with nothin on
A world in my hands
God has his plans
But this time
I want you
All to myself
I dont wanna say it again
But I want ya
All to myself
I don't wanna say it again
But I want ya
All to myself
Im just gonna say it again
I want ya
All to myself
All to my
Everyday
Ima give you all of me
All the way
Run the play
In the beauties hall of fame
Me
All of me
Ima give you all of me
All I gave
All I gave
Never tired of my ways
Me
All of me
Ima give you all of me
All I gave
All I gave
Never tired of my ways
All the way
Run the play
In the baddies hall of fame
Everyday
Everyday
Ima give you all of me
That ass
That ass
Want you all to myself
That ass
That ass
Want you all to my
Self
That ass
That ass
Want you all to myself
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