Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Bublé
Vocals
Benjamin Shapiro
Background Vocals
Roxy Silver
Background Vocals
Kyle "IRV" Harrington
Guitar
Jonathan Bach
Background Vocals
Jason Derulo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Bublé
Songwriter
Alexander Pavelich
Songwriter
Hamid Bashir
Songwriter
Benjamin Shapiro
Songwriter
Luis Demetrio
Songwriter
Matthew Holmes
Songwriter
Norman Gimbel
Songwriter
Phil Leigh
Songwriter
Sean Douglas
Songwriter
Shawn Charles
Songwriter
Pablo Beltrán Ruiz
Songwriter
JBACH
Songwriter
Jason Desrouleaux
Songwriter
Nicholas Jacobson-Larson
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordan Sweet
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kyle "IRV" Harrington
Recording Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Narek Ambar
Mixing Engineer
Mac & Phil
Producer
Stryv
Producer
Jonny Grande
Recording Engineer
Ryan Summer
Recording Engineer
Kaanu “Paddleboy” Patel
Assistant Recording Engineer
Danny Garcia
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Hey, you're my spicy margarita, babe
Burn my tongue, make me shake
Mix it up or give it to me straight
Turn me on, make me say
Oh, oh-oh
Cabo, met that girl in Cabo
Wearin' Ferragamo
We was goin' shot for, shot for shot, like Desperados
Snuck into the bathroom
She might be a problem
I should probably stay away
Girl, you crazy
Couldn't even wait for the room (whoo-ooh-oh, oh-oh)
Shakin', shakin'
Tryin' to keep up with you (whoo-ooh-oh, oh-oh)
Hey, you're my spicy margarita, babe
Burn my tongue, make me shake (oh, my, my, my)
Mix it up or give it to me straight
Turn me on, make me say (oh, my, my, my)
Shots, shots, shots, shots, I just can't stop
You're the only one I want (you're the only one I want)
You're my spicy margarita, baby
Burn my tongue, make me say (oh, my, my, my, oh, my, my, my)
Mornin', sex me in the mornin'
Put on a performance
Are we going shot for shot, for shot, she think I'm Jordan
But she scream, "Derulo" (Derulo)
My ego enormous
(Fillin' up your body, babe)
Girl, you crazy
Couldn't even wait for the room (whoo-ooh-oh, oh-oh)
Shakin', shakin'
Tryin' to keep up with you (ooh-ooh-woo-ooh)
You're my spicy margarita, babe
Burn my tongue, make me shake (oh, my, my, my)
Mix it up or give it to me straight
Turn me on, make me say (oh, my, my, my)
Shots, shots, shots, shots, I just can't stop
You're the only one I want (you're the only one I want)
You're my spicy margarita, baby (you're my spicy, yeah)
Burn my tongue (you're my spicy, yeah)
Make me say (you're my)
You're my, you're my (oh, my, my, my)
You're my dancin' freak
Is it hot enough?
Yeah, yeah, it's hot enough
Should I take it off?
Mm, hell yeah, you should take it off
Is it hot enough?
Yeah, it's hot enough
Should I take it off?
Mm, hell yeah, you should take it off
Writer(s): Luis Demitrio, Matthew Thomas Paul Holmes, Norman Gimbel, Hamid Bashir, Michael Steven Buble, Jason Joel Desrouleaux, Jonathan Bach, Sean Douglas, Pablo Ruiz, Alexander Pavelich, Shawn Charles, Benjamin Gabriel Shapiro, Philip Anthony Leigh
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