Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Connor Coles
Songwriter
Raymond Dickens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Connor Coles
Engineer
Luke Bailey
Producer
Lyrics
Scratching, biting, touching, rubbing
Late night creeping I'm not here for nothing
I see the pillows and the headboard so we not slumping
I got it clapping like we congratulated something
Make it clap for something
September's when you called my name
November you were on a plane
December you drove me insane
Now I think I forgot your name
75 on the dash I'm cruising
Tryna find a move
If I get with you we making good music
Got me hypnotized by your hips and thighs
I love what you doing
I'm laying you down like some tracks
I give it you giving it back
I'm stepping for you like a frat
You should keep it Icey
All in my phone, you can't leave me alone talking bout
'When you gonna wife me?'
I don't condone, I heard you was shown
But you always talking to me nicely
Dior on my body I mean the cologne
I'm fresh as the print on my white tee
To match the AF1 Nikes
Scratching, biting, touching, rubbing
Late night creeping I'm not here for nothing
I see the pillows and the headboard so we not slumping
I got it clapping like we congratulated something
Make it clap for something
It's nothing
Don't check my phone cause it's nothing
If you smoke it's up then
We can go back and forth right on my celly
If you was lying you wouldn't even tell me
Call up the home girl she'll ride to my telly
Smoke a few bowls while we listen to Felly
Lights, camera, action
We making a movie the feeling she feels isn't acting
Everyday I wake up I'm winning
We can go back to back to back
That's 28 nights we look like the Pistons
My bank account balling
You missing the call cause you don't got a pot to piss in
I've had lots of days living on my luck
I know a lot of ways to keep my pockets up
Fucked a Tampa babe, I guess now I'm a Buc
Gained a lot of praise, my time ain't running up
September's when you called my name
November you were on a plane
December you drove me insane
Now I think I forgot your name
Scratching, biting, touching, rubbing
Late night creeping I'm not here for nothing
I see the pillows and the headboard so we not slumping
I got it clapping like we congratulated something
Make it clap for something
Writer(s): Miles King
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