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December (feat. Tally Ray)

Indigo

Hip-Hop/Rap

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December (feat. Tally Ray)
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Connor Coles
Connor Coles
Songwriter
Raymond Dickens
Raymond Dickens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Connor Coles
Connor Coles
Engineer
Luke Bailey
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
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