Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sturdyyoungin
Vocals
Ohthatsmizz
Vocals
Zeddy Will
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Wright
Songwriter
Myles Dubose
Songwriter
Zedekiah Williams
Songwriter
Aj Fofanah
Songwriter
Beatmaker - VIP
Arranger
Nazir K Alston
Arranger
Lyrics
Cupid hit me, mm-mm (oh, yeah, VIP)
You got me-
Sturdyyoungin, I can hop on any beat and get to (trippin')
I told her get up on her feet, she get to (trippin')
The way she get to movin' got me (in love)
C'mon, c'mon, baby girl, you got it
You get to (trippin'), and then a (stumblin')
Tell your boyfriend if he think we rumblin', he trippin'
And if I like you, I'ma get you, I ain't quittin'
Ay, I said you look good, pretty face, body blickin'
Well, I said you look good, super good, finger lickin'
You got me (trippin', oh), stumblin' (oh)
And when you wit' your friends, I don't know what you be sippin'
But you be (trippin', oh, stumblin', oh)
Damn, okay (flippin')
Who trippin' now? Who shakin' ass? (Sinkin')
Only two I'm thinkin' 'bout (right)
And I just seen your text, so I'ma send an Uber now (tumblin')
And as soon as you come over, I'ma knock the coochie out (in love, yep, for sure)
I knock the coochie out, I'm feelin' like Mike (flippin')
Round after round, I ain't talkin' 'bout a fight (sinkin')
And she lookin' like a snack, somethin' I could take a bite (tumblin')
You can pick the days, I need you to stay the night (in love)
But if you tryna stay the weekend, let me know, girl, it's alright (facts)
Pretty in the face so you definitely my type
And for that, I'll book your flight (uh)
So where you tryna go? (Uh)
She said, "Let's go to Turkey", say no more, case closed (aw, man)
Sturdyyoungin, I can hop on any beat and get to (trippin')
I told her get up on her feet, she get to (trippin')
The way she get to movin' got me (in love)
C'mon, c'mon, baby girl you got it
You get to (trippin'), and then a (stumblin')
Tell your boyfriend if he think we rumblin', he trippin'
And if I like you, I'ma get you, I ain't quittin'
Ay, I said you look good, pretty face, body blickin' (ah)
I think she like me, she keep rubbin' on my belly, get to (trippin')
Mix it wit' the Bumbu 'cause you know we get to (trippin')
No Beyoncé but I'm drunk in love (in love, yes, uh-huh, uh-huh)
(Flippin') I might walk up in the club wit' my shirt off, get to (sinkin')
The ladies love me, I think they catchin' feelings (tumblin')
I can dance on any beat, I swear I get to killin' (in love, yes, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ay, Mizzy, why you keep on playin'?
We wit' all dimes, all the ladies get to slayin'
And I'm wit' the guys, Mizz and Zeddy, we be hangin'
And every time we step in the club, the speakers get to bangin'
I'm just sayin' like
Sturdyyoungin, I can hop on any beat and get to (trippin')
I told her get up on her feet, she get to (trippin')
The way she get to movin' got me (in love)
C'mon, c'mon, baby girl you got it
You get to (trippin'), and then a (stumblin')
Tell your boyfriend if he think we rumblin', he trippin'
And if I like you, I'ma get you, I ain't quittin'
Ay, I said you look good, pretty face, body blickin'
Writer(s): Will Adams, Stacy Ferguson, Bobby Troup, Lawrence Smith, Russell Simmons, Jimmy Spicer, Zedekiah Williams, Alfred Fofanah, Kenneth Blakeney, Myles Dubose, Sayul Landers
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