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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paco
Paco
Performer
Tommy Richman
Tommy Richman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tommy Richman
Tommy Richman
Composer
Roman Ortiz
Roman Ortiz
Composer
Jonah Roy
Jonah Roy
Composer
Kavian Saleh
Kavian Saleh
Composer
Maxwell Vossberg
Maxwell Vossberg
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paco
Paco
Recording Engineer
Jonah Roy
Jonah Roy
Producer
Kavi
Kavi
Producer
Maxwell Vossberg
Maxwell Vossberg
Producer
Itai Schwartz
Itai Schwartz
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Tell me what you're sippin' on, baby I'll take you to the body shop, crazy Lil' mama, how you move it like that, uh Tell your friend, if she like it, like that, uh Got my leather jacket on, stepping out lately Bust a couple bills, got 'em going crazy Come on, come over, how you like it now? Come on, if you're closer, 'cause I feel you now Chain high, but I got my bass low Lil' mama, tell me where you wanna go New crib, look like the MOMA She says she wanna come over Damn, she got a body like that Tell me if I got it, she can throw it right back, likе Damn, bust it open, let it stick Tempеrature get hot, but I don't sweat it like that, like Her body lies, so I can't save her, no, no And she look good, don't need no makeup on, oh no Her body lies, so I can't save her, no, no Tell me what you're sippin' on, baby I'll take you to the body shop, crazy Lil' mama, how you move it like that, uh Tell your friend, if she like it, like that, uh Tell me what you're sippin' on, baby I'll take you to the body shop, crazy Lil' mama, how you move it like that, uh Tell your friend, if she like it, like that Yeah Tell me how you like it like that Move so good, you can tell me how to act I done it You're the realest in the room, I've done it But you're never in the mood, I'll fuck ya I'll fuck it all, but I wanna return yo lip balm And I love when you give me something to grip on And I love when you give me something to sip on Everybody telling me, everybody love it Everybody face getting red at the club Man, I come in peace, baby, can I fill your cup Wish I was deceased, baby, what the fuck is up? I gotta know So tell me what I gotta know (you're mine) So tell me what I gotta know (you're mine) So tell me what I gotta know (you're mine) So tell me what I gotta know (you're mine) Tell me what you're sippin' on, baby I take you to the body shop, crazy Lil' mama, how you move it like that, uh Tell your friend, if she like it, like that, uh Tell me what you're sippin' on, baby I'll take you to the body shop, crazy Lil' mama, how you move it like that, uh Tell your friend, if she like it, like that, uh
Writer(s): Thomas Anatole Richman, Kavian Salehi, Maxwell Vossberg, Jonah Ronson Roy, Roman Ortiz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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