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Kid Ink - Show Me REMIX (Audio) ft. Trey Songz, Juicy J, 2 Chainz, Chris Brown
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Künstler:in
Trey Songz
Trey Songz
Künstler:in
Juicy J
Juicy J
Künstler:in
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Künstler:in
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
Komponist:in
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Komponist:in
Christian Jones
Christian Jones
Komponist:in
Jeremy Felton
Jeremy Felton
Komponist:in
Allen George
Allen George
Komponist:in
Craig McFarlane
Craig McFarlane
Komponist:in
Mikely Adam
Mikely Adam
Komponist:in
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Komponist:in
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Komponist:in
Tremaine Neverson
Tremaine Neverson
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mustard
Mustard
Produzent:in
Angel Ramirez
Angel Ramirez
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mischtechniker:in
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Ingenieurassistent:in
James Royo
James Royo
Mischtechniker:in
J. Grand
J. Grand
Mischtechniker:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Baby, I said, baby
Baby, let me put your panties to the side
I'mma make you feel alright
I'mma give you what you need quick
Baby it's the remix
Baby, you remind me of something
Baby, you remind me
I don't know what it is
I don't even know
You remind me of something
Girl, you gotta show me
You remind me of something
Baby, you remind me
I don't know what it is right now
You remind me of something
Girl, you gotta show me
[Verse 2]
On the real note West Coast
Back like '94
Just picture me rolling in my own lane
Shoulda listened to the hype though
Hold that
And show me something
DJ ain't playing nothing but Mustard
Catch up to the bandwagon
Fuck, it's Friday I'm feeling like the old Chris Tucker
And we go for the record
Tryin to go platinum and add a couple karats
Being low key kinda hard with the cameras
Her boyfriend hip but she looking so careless
[Verse 3]
Baby, you remind me of something
I don't know what it is
You remind me of something
Girl, you gotta show me
You remind me of something
But I don't know what it is right now
You remind me of something
Girl, you gotta show me
[Verse 4]
Hold up, don't you know this is the remix
And she just got her weave fixed
**** go and get your weed lit
All my Cali **** need it
Let's get to that booty that you throwing around, baby
I give that booty work
I'mma never go lazy
Dancing with your girl
In your own world
Face like an angel
Is it wrong I can't wait to bang you?
Hey, you acting like a lil' devil
Speed up, slow down, woah now
Gas petal
Clap it, smack it, grab it
Trying to tell you
Booty-dom, booty-dom, yeah, that ass best
[Verse 5]
Baby, you remind me of something
I don't know what it is
You remind me of something
Girl, you gotta show me
Baby, you remind me of something
I don't know what it is right now
You remind me of something
Girl, you gotta show me
[Verse 6]
Bring it back, let's get it, baby
I just wanna fuck you at the dinner table
Shorty, couple of us eat at the winner's table
We don't get attached, we too busy getting paper
Four girls, make them both lose their tops
Just turned 21 and she fiending for shots
She from the West Coast, all she fuck with is proxol
I give her California love while I'm high
Like you remind me of something
Leave the club, we can bang like we from Compton
Pull a Lambo around back, Bel Air, we down there
Make a movie in the club
Shwaty, this the soundtrack
[Verse 7]
Baby, you remind me of something
I don't know what it is
You remind me of something
Girl, you gotta show me
Baby, you remind me of something
I don't know what it is right now
You remind me of something
Girl, you gotta show me
Baby, if you know what it is
On the real, can't lie, man, you just my type
Hands in the air looking for a bitch right now
On the real, can't lie, man, you just my type
[Verse 8]
Two red girls eating red beans and rice
With Popeye's, eat hot fries
You should see what I got parked outside
I kiss my girl every time I'm at a stop sign
My ex left me for another ****
Now she realize she stuck with a sucker ****
Oh yeah, you a go getter then you should go get her
In time to put forty autos on a four wheeler
I put five ladies on a four seat
I'm getting money, I ain't setting off the broke meter
I'm straight from section 8 I save coupons
Just bought a cut of bitch, came with grey poupon
Baby, let me put your panties to the side
I'mma make you feel alright
I'mma give you what you need quick
Baby, it's the remix
[Verse 9]
Baby, you remind me of something
I don't know what it is
You remind me of something
Girl, you gotta show me
You remind me of something
I don't know what it is right now
You remind me of something
Girl, you gotta show me
Baby, if you know what it is
On the real, can't lie, man, you just my type
Hands in the L looking for a bitch right now
On the real, can't lie, man, you just my type
Written by: Allen George, Brian Todd Collins, Christian Jones, Craig McFarlane, Dijon McFarlane, Jeremy Felton, Jordan Houston, Mikely Adam, Tauheed Epps, Tremaine Neverson
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