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That's How You Know - Nico & Vinz ft. Kid Ink & Bebe Rexha (lyrics)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Nico & Vinz
Nico & Vinz
Künstler:in
Bebe Rexha
Bebe Rexha
Leadgesang
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Leadgesang
Vincent Dery
Vincent Dery
Stimme und Gesang
Kahouly Nicolay Sereba
Kahouly Nicolay Sereba
Stimme und Gesang
HEYHEY
HEYHEY
Remix-Techniker:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Songwriter:in
Julia Michaels
Julia Michaels
Songwriter:in
Vincent Dery
Vincent Dery
Songwriter:in
Kahouly Nicolay Sereba
Kahouly Nicolay Sereba
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jules Everson
Jules Everson
Ingenieur:in
John Hanes
John Hanes
Mischtechniker:in
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mischtechniker:in
HEYHEY
HEYHEY
Mischtechniker:in
Warren Felder
Warren Felder
Produzent:in

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You were big city living; girlfriend like Eva Mendes Until your side chick called you up Saying she might be pregnant Now you're alone and crying; inside, you're slowly dying 'Cause Magic Mike just got your key That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up Bebe You were the man in college; got a degree in awesome And had more zeroes in your bank than all the Matrix coding Now you're in your mama's basement 'Cause you spend every paycheck The IRS your new best friend That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up Ha, oh You had it going for you; moved out to California Got lost in money, drugs, and women; now for all your dollars Now Nico's unemployed and Vinz's love for coke destroyed him So now we're back in Norway That's how we know we fucked up That's how we know we fucked up (oh no!) That's how we know we fucked up (hey) That's how we know we fucked up Fucked up, fucked up Uh, yeah, Kid Ink You used to be the big spender, grabbing the check every dinner Showing out to your girlfriend's best friends Just so they could wish they was with you (wait) You ain't wanna hit the club but the pressure Got you out trying to get a table and a picture Everybody Snapchat pictures But ain't nobody trying to drive on the liquor, nah nah I been getting so twisted, tie-dye, bye-bye Think we should leave after I pay But you forgot to save cash for the valet, wait, nah nah That's how you know you fucked up (that's how you know) That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up (that's how you know) That's how you know you fucked up (that's how you know) That's how you know you fucked up (That's how you know you fucked up, you fucked up) That's how you know you fucked up (Yeah yeah yeah, that's how you know you fucked up, you fucked up) (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Writer(s): Warren Felder, Julia Michaels, Brian Collins, Nicolay Sereba, Vincent Dery, Jorgen Sowe, Trevor Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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