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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Towkio
Towkio
Performer
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Programming
Teddy Jackson
Teddy Jackson
Programming
Lido
Lido
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Composer
Teddy Jackson
Teddy Jackson
Composer
Preston Oshita
Preston Oshita
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Producer
Teddy Jackson
Teddy Jackson
Producer
Lido
Lido
Producer
Elton Chueng
Elton Chueng
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, world in your palms
Stare at your shoes, never looked in the stars
Heart on my sleeve, shoulder, my arm
Ooh you ice cold, I brush off the salt
Tell me what it gets to get in them drawers
Got that slick tongue talk, that sh**** make you moist
Come ride that pony till your voice is hoarse
How you drop to your knees, make me praise the lord, yeah
Link with your girls and you're hardly sober
Claim that they're bi, but really just bipolar
Most of 'em can't decide on which filter
Ooh, you need guidance, let me help show you
Ex-girl crazy, you should be careful
I think Cupid hit his bow arrow
On my head, it's crazy but that my baby
Tax season, fuck around claim ya
[Verse 2]
I said hot shit, they just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to, feel it through your body
Know that we ain't gonna sleep
Yeah, can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets restin' on your conscience
All your secrets safe with me
[Verse 3]
A time when to meet, just wait on the kick and try and catch the beat
If you find the rhythm that you want from me
No move with no pawn, you move like a queen
Attractive by law, I don't care what your friends think
They love to talk shit, yeah, they breath stink
Most of them broke, I hand out the X-rays
Or ski slopes and I ain't talkin' X Games
GPS, the phone get turned off
Connection get weak, the signal get lost, yeah
New heights, everybody wanna be you
So they try reach you, I tell 'em keep callin'
This shit fresh off the pot
Make your mama sweat, you should watch yourself
Make 'em ask for more, give 'em what they want
Have 'em comin' back, man, they fiendin'
[Verse 4]
I said hot shit, they just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to, feel it through your body
Know that we ain't gonna sleep
Yeah, can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets resting on your conscience
All your secrets safe with me
[Verse 5]
I said hot shit, they just want that hot shit
Music they could geek to, feel it through your body
Know that we ain't gonna sleep
Yeah, can you keep a promise?
Tell me all your secrets restin' on your conscience
I said hot shit (Shit)
I said hot shit (Shit)
I said hot shit (Shit)
Through your body, know that we ain't gonna sleep
Written by: Carter Lang, Marlin Jackson, Preston Oshita, Teddy Jackson, Teyannah Jackson
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