Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Cabrera
Songwriter
Sergio Ramos-Valverde
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Seshun
Producer
Music in Focus Studio
Mixing Engineer
Chico
Mixing Engineer
Dennis McMurray
Video Producer
Lyrics
Knowin' damn well I gotta be up
Let me get a hit of you, let me re-up
Grab rubbers, put on my sneakers
Out the driveway I'm creepin' (creepin')
I'm seeking that lovely, that nasty
Your aura it grabs me
It's sweeter than candy
Wrapped up in them panties
I need more than a taste, I hope you understand me
Tell me you missed me while you lookin' at me
Scream for more 'til your voice get raspy
Your body is art, I'm tryna see the gallery (gallery)
Yeah
Tell me you missed me while you lookin' at me
Scream for more 'til your voice get raspy
Your body is art, I'm tryna see the gallery (gallery)
Yeah
First thing I want is you right here next to me
I'll settle for your pictures
That's the second thing (second thing)
Why you on my timeline always tempting me
Can't get you out my search bar and it's (and it's)
Stressin' me
I quit every drug I tried but you
Don't do those eyes don't you
Know, how you make me feel
When you get real close
And you whisper in my ear
Tell me, what I wanna hear
Tell me you love me (love me)
Tell me you need me
Been waitin' to see me
Been cravin' and seekin' (seekin')
Your skin so soft and so warm, I can't help it
I need you all to myself, all night long, I'm so selfish
Pussy is magical (damn)
Pussy vacation
Your pussy sabbatical
Got me mixin' my words
Makin' errors grammatical
Uh
Tell me you missed me while you lookin' at me
Scream for more 'til your voice get raspy
Your body is art, I'm tryna see the gallery (gallery)
Yeah
Tell me you missed me while you lookin' at me
Scream for more 'til your voice get raspy
Your body is art, I'm tryna see the gallery (gallery)
Yeah
First thing I want is you right here next to me
I'll settle for your pictures
That's the second thing (second thing)
Why you on my timeline always tempting me
Can't get you out my search bar and it's (and it's)
Stressin' me
The word "No" left my lexicon (lexicon)
She keep my secrets like the pentagon (the pentagon)
Don't even know what I was stressin' on (stressin' on)
When she come and put that blessin' on me
The word "No" left my lexicon (lexicon)
She keep my secrets like the pentagon (the pentagon)
Don't even know what I was stressin' on (stressin' on)
When she come and put that blessin' on me
Writer(s): Sergio Ramos, Carlos Cabrera
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