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AJ Tracey
AJ Tracey
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AJ Tracey
AJ Tracey
Songwriter
Remedee
Remedee
Songwriter
Nyge
Nyge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Remedee
Remedee
Producer
Nyge
Nyge
Producer

Lyrics

I'm waitin' for the special touch you give I'm needin' it more than I ever did Don't wanna be your sacrifice, oh no But for you, I will But for you, I will Yeah, my sofa score says 9 Would be 10 if the opps weren't divin' 110 on my wrist, I'm thrivin' Coat by Clint, I went skydivin' My London heatmap's crazy I wish that it weren't, I can't go back Too many goals from central We went to the party wit' gang, and we led the attack Bad Middle Eastern vibe She wanted to shop so I gave her a rack I told as long as she keeps it real Don't front and I'll pay for the bag I eat spring rolls in a painted Porsche Date nights, white trufs and pink champagne And she orders the same of course My lifestyle's pain endorsed I can't act like I ain't from the ends with a girl, 'cah the whole ting's way too forced I slime guys out like Malfoy, but she love good, she a Ravenclaw My margarita's frosty and the sun's out so her bum's out too And she brought her friend to the party in a twin dress, that's déjà-vu We got nuttin' to lose (Trace-o) The forecast said leng and I felt it (yeah) Slim body but the cake on birthday (woo, woo) Face real cute and your lips red velvet Tell your girls they can roll to that function, darlin', they just gotta keep it G (glee) I been digging you recently (glee) Like, only thing you need is me (glee, glee) I get gassed up when you're dancin' It's rude to stare, so I'm glancin' Lemme get a chance on your heartstrings, don't act like it ain't clear what I'm askin' You could look fly in the estate, same way you could look fly in the 'burbs You look sexy in a sundress, same way you look sexy in my merch We can do matching whips Business class on the matching trips Matching Goyard cardholder or different jeans with the matching Ricks I love Japan, so do you Come be fly, hold the room I'm the sun, you're the moon This is my one, I told the goons Don't let me down Can't bring your friends if they're not leng Don't say they are though and it's cap Cah my darg just came home again Got chip in the rizz, ignite it It's a wave in the spot, don't fight it It ain't scary in the cut, it's frightening On greaze so the Gs dem tuck lightning We got nuttin' to lose (Trace-o) The forecast said leng and I felt it (yeah) Slim body but the cake on birthday (woo, woo) Face real cute and your lips red velvet Tell your girls they can roll to that function, darlin', they just gotta keep it G (glee) I been digging you recently (glee) Like, only thing you need is me (glee, glee)
Writer(s): Che Walton Grant, Nyandoro Kelly, Raheem Aderemi Olamide Balogun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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