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PERFORMING ARTISTS
RedOne
RedOne
Keyboards
Teddy Sky
Teddy Sky
Background Vocals
Dylan Mills
Dylan Mills
Vocals
Jordan Sapp
Jordan Sapp
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Mills
Dylan Mills
Composer
Björn Djupström
Björn Djupström
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RedOne
RedOne
Producer
Trevor Lyle Muzzy
Trevor Lyle Muzzy
Engineer
Teddy Sky
Teddy Sky
Producer
Jimmy Joker
Jimmy Joker
Producer
Orlando Calzada
Orlando Calzada
Mixing Engineer
Mike Marsh
Mike Marsh
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Kingston RedOne Dizzee Look at that back off, stacked tough Maybe when the jack off I gotta take my hat off Standing ovation, round of applause Clap off, all up in my face I could never lose track of I don't wanna sound rude But you got a lot of cheek And your body looks peak sweet pea Good enough to eat I'm guessin you're a lover in the sheets I really wanna be And I ain't never seen a bottom like that before I ain't never seen a bum so fat before You got back galore I'll be a happy chappy if you let me smack it for you Tap it for you, slap it for you I don't wanna waste your time But I wanna chase what's under your waistline, I'm fine I'm just having a bone but I'm zonin Wishing I could own it I just wanna promote it and bone it You got em falling like when you break it down You're like a heart attack yeah No wonder no man around you can act sane When you're moving like that But they don't understand that they don't got a chance Cause I got other plans for us tonight You got em falling like when you break it down Cause they never seen an arse like that Bounce! Arse like that Bounce! Arse like that Your buff is done, your arse is retarded A lot of junk in your trunk but far from garbage You're a keeper, come and ride in my 2 seater Late night creeper, I'm pleased to meet ya Hate to see you go, love to see you leave Figure I can't perceive Wondering how you achieved such a beautiful body, I can't believe So sorry I'm lost for words, I could hardly breathe God give me strength, your [?] a blessing Jiggling it all over the shop, you ain't messing I wanna get closer, suppose I'd better step in You got the kind of body I won't be forgetting Pleasing my senses, I ain't being pretentious There's a lot of incentive why you're being defensive I'm a bedroom bully, let me beat it up Stop playin, girl let me heat it up, what's up? x2 Wind that bum bum, move that bum bum Shake that bum bum, grind that bum bum Let me smack it up, back it up Let me smack it up, back it up You got em falling like when you break it down You're like a heart attack yeah No wonder no man around you can act sane When you're moving like that But they don't understand that they don't got a chance Cause I got other plans for us tonight You got em falling like when you break it down Cause they never seen an arse like that Bounce! Arse like that Bounce! Arse like that
Writer(s): Nadir Khayat, Jimmy Thornfeldt, Dylan Mills, Bjorn Djupstrom, Geraldo Sandell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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