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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Louie TheSinger
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luis Alfonso palacios II
Songwriter
Lyrics
I was gonna send a shy, but I'd rather shoot my shot
So my boots are red liner (yeah)
But they should walk me out, 'cause if I open my mouth
I'll prolly end up lying to her (whoa!)
Oh yeah, baby, this might be much, baby
But you got me by the buckle, by the gun, baby
I'm more than enough, baby, yeah, I'm loaded up, baby
Wanna see your eyes when you see what I've been holding, baby
They wanna whine and dine ya, I'm tryna 69 ya
They wanna kneel in front ya, I'd rather be behind ya
They try to blind you with their cash, I just wanna eat you
Never mind that, we'll get to all that
They wanna stress you out, I wanna dress you down
If your neighbors never knew you, bet they know you now
They try to blind you with their cash, I just wanna eat you
Never mind that, we'll get to all that
I really like your nails, can I see 'em wrapped around my drain? Hmm
They wanna play for keeps, I wanna play for fun
They always take you home early, I wanna see the sun
Peek through your window, right before we go
At it again, like you never have (ooh)
Oh, yeah, baby, this might be much, baby
But you got me by the buckle, by the gun, baby
I'm more than enough, baby, yeah, I'm loaded up, baby
Wanna see your eyes when you see what I've been holding, baby
They wanna whine and dine ya, I'm tryna 69 ya
They wanna kneel in front ya, I'd rather be behind ya
They try to blind you with their cash, I just wanna eat ya
Never mind that, we'll get to all that
They wanna stress you out, I wanna dress you down
If your neighbors never knew you, bet they know you now
They try to blind you with their cash, I just wanna eat ya
Never mind that, we'll get to all that
If you're late, you're feeling tired, you can sit down on my seat (ooh)
When this life gets moving fast, I just want you to hold on to me (ooh)
If you let me try now, I'll do everything that they can (oh)
They wanna whine and dine ya, I'm tryna 69 ya (yeah!)
They wanna kneel in front ya, I'd rather be behind ya
They try to blind you with their cash, I just wanna eat you
Never mind that, we'll get to all that
They wanna stress you out, I wanna dress you down
If your neighbors never knew you, bet they know you now
They try to blind you with their cash, I just wanna eat you
Never mind that, we'll get to all that
Writer(s): Ryan Ley, Jacob Lincoln, Luis Palacios
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