Concerts à venir de Flying Lotus & Dawn Richard

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Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Flying Lotus
Flying Lotus
Künstler:in
Dawn Richard
Dawn Richard
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dawn Richard
Dawn Richard
Songwriter:in
Steve Ellison
Steve Ellison
Songwriter:in
Stephen Bruner
Stephen Bruner
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Steve Ellison
Steve Ellison
Produzent:in

Paroles

You looking malnourished, let me feed you the remedy Give you somethin' different than the Hills of the Beverly I'ma stay longer than a season, call me evergreen Transform your life with my light, that's carotene Flippin' on these hoes like Simone I'm like Reese in her first season in the pro's It's giving jealous and you pressed, everybody knows Don't be mad 'cause I'm giving, let me cook slow Let me, let me, let me cook slow Don't be salty when I cook Too much flavor got you shook Don't be salty when I cook Too much flavor got you shook Legs black and long like a lash made by Maybelline My red lips drip with the sauce, grenadine Even when I simmer, I'm the truth, so supreme I'ma claim I'm the one, uh, Billie Jean Flippin' on these hoes like Simone I'm like Reese in her first season in the pro's It's giving jealous and you pressed, everybody knows Don't be mad 'cause I'm giving, let me cook slow Let me, let me, let me cook slow Don't be salty when I cook Too much flavor got you shook Don't be salty when I cook Too much flavor got you shook Don't be salty when I cook Serve my plate Watch the hate If these niggas only knew They keep trying to compete with me If they only knew I'm the recipe (recipe) I be on skillet, it be giving heat (giving heat) I stay raw when I'm cookin', hibachi (hibachi) My burn real smooth, hot sake (sake) Flippin' on these hoes like Simone I'm like Reese in her first season in the pro's It's giving jealous and you pressed, everybody knows Don't be mad 'cause I'm giving, let me cook slow Let me, let me, let me cook slow (let me cook slow) Don't be salty when I cook (yeah) Too much flavor got you shook Let me, let me, let me cook slow (let me cook slow, yeah) Don't be salty when I cook Too much flavor got you shook Don't be salty when I cook Too much flavor got you shook (shook)
Writer(s): Dawn Angelique Richard, Stephen Lee Bruner, Steven D. Bingley-ellison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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