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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MORGAN
MORGAN
Lead Vocals
Byron Messia
Byron Messia
Lead Vocals
Conor Bellis
Conor Bellis
Drums
George Conway
George Conway
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morgan Connie Smith
Morgan Connie Smith
Songwriter
Dylan Byron
Dylan Byron
Songwriter
Taneisha Damielle Jackson
Taneisha Damielle Jackson
Songwriter
Conor Bellis
Conor Bellis
Songwriter
George Conway
George Conway
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Slim Typical
Slim Typical
Producer
Will Reeves for Karma Artists Management
Will Reeves for Karma Artists Management
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Tuffy at Tuff Mastering
Kevin Tuffy at Tuff Mastering
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Whine yuh waist
Eyes on me when mi walk through
Whine yuh waist
Anybody me ah talk to
Whine yuh waist
Eyes on me when mi walk through
Whine yuh waist
Anybody me ah
[Verse 1]
Inna di middle a di dance
Me ah walk through
Plenty body, everybody getting done loose
Make a mess a mess that we can never undo
A likkle Wray with the Nephew, uh
[Verse 2]
Everybody kotch up under di tarpaulin
Pull me in a likkle piece and get to warming
We don't even need no words to get to talking
Mi a bruk it with no warning
[PreChorus]
I say like, mmm
I wasn't down for the love
I'm a traitor
Look at me now, look at my bad behaviour
You a smooth operator
I say like, mmm
Burning up fire, hot radiator
Put them hands where they gone simulate ya'
Don't even tell me bout later
[Chorus]
Dis ting we affi wheel up
Wheel it right up
One more sin inna mi cup
Dis ting we affi wheel up
Wheel it right up
Gwarn like we never get enough
Boy control it, while I roll it
Chase the sunrise
Keep it going
Dis ting we affi wheel it up, up, up
Wheel it up, up, up
[Verse 3]
Outside tonight man raving
Who gives a fuck if yuh taken?
Hennessy got me faded
Badman get you naked
[Verse 4]
Mi likkle whore
Whine slow
Bad gyal run de grung dat sure
All satan jealous, a yuh toe
And if we link up nobody affi know
[PreChorus]
Mmm, I wasn't down fi yuh love, I'm a traitor
Bad gyal like Jayda Wada
And make me tek yuh dung a statia
Mmm
Glock 19 wid di lazer
Gyal fuck dem boy dem way a failure
Anything yuh want me will pay for
[Chorus]
Dis ting we affi wheel up
Wheel it right up
One more sin inna mi cup
Dis ting we affi wheel up
Wheel it right up
Gwarn like we never get enough
Boy control it, while I roll it
Chase the sunrise
Keep it going
Dis ting we affi wheel it up, up, up
Wheel it up, up, up
[Verse 5]
Know say we run, run the motive of the summer
Sip a likkle piece then we gwarn until tomorrow, ah
Mi have the Fenty glow, mi wan fi borrow
Know say mi licked, suns up vibes ah follow, ah
Run, run the motive of the summer
Sip a likkle piece then we gwarn until tomorrow, ah
Mi have the Fenty glow, mi wan fi borrow
Know say vibes are up
[Chorus]
Dis ting we affi wheel up
Wheel it right up
One more sin inna mi cup
Dis ting we affi wheel up
Wheel it right up
Gwarn like we never get enough
Boy control it, while I roll it
Chase the sunrise
Keep it going
Dis ting we affi wheel it up, up, up
Wheel it up, up, up
[Outro]
Wheel up
One more sip inna mi cup
Wheel up
Gwarn like we never get enough, ah
Written by: Conor Bellis, Dylan Byron, George Conway, Morgan Connie Smith, Taneisha Damielle Jackson
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