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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sabby Sousa
Sabby Sousa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sabby Sousa
Sabby Sousa
Songwriter
John-Adam Howard
John-Adam Howard
Songwriter
Pierre Blondo
Pierre Blondo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
House Of Wolf
House Of Wolf
Producer

Lyrics

On the surface, Jenny seems normal But her doctor told me that her sanity hangs by a thread And living here could easily snap it It was just a swear, eh? Sayin' you would tame me? Couple bills on your last name On 'em cuffs, wake up in Why you want somethin' more? Your cousin Drill is a bore I was in a bad mood Can we make it to the twelfth room? Nah, fuck all these old people, we should just go You told me no one was comin', we know I'll let him fake it, you know that I know Either we go, or I fake it for show So come on, come on, slip me some Ooh ah yeah Come on, come on, slip me some Ooh ah yeah Oh, you thought we were dating? I told you I'm playin' around Are you gonna Come on, come on, slip me some? Ooh ah yeah Yeah B, I was a chaser Okay, see you later So you see a girl, oh, you chase her Chase her with that paper Feed her only karats She a bunny, now you raised her Nah, fuck all of them, let's go chill with the gun Oh, your mom says I'm rude, that shit does not regard her She raise him to sleep only where there's white collar I'm stuck talkin' horse races, you with your father Toward the outside Raffie's Majesty is showing some speed today Fuck So come on, come on, slip me some Ooh ah yeah Come on, come on, slip me some Ooh ah yeah Oh, you thought we were dating? I told you I'm playin' around Are you gonna Come on, come on, slip me some? Ooh ah yeah Yeah B, I was a chaser Okay, see you later So you see a girl, oh, you chase her Yeah B, I was a chaser Okay, see you later, don't chase her "See, let me have a look at you" "What's the matter?" "Your eyes, pupils, they worry me" "Nothing wrong with me" So come on, come on, slip me some (Pupils, they worry me) So come on, come on, slip me some (Nothing wrong with me) Oh, you thought we were dating? I told you I'm playin' around Are you gonna So come on, come on, slip me some Ooh ah yeah Come on, come on, slip me some Ooh ah yeah Oh, you thought we were dating? I told you I'm playin' around Are you gonna Come on, come on, slip me some Ooh ah yeah
Writer(s): Pierre Francois Blondeau, John Adam Howard, Sabrina Sousa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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