Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Hearne
Hearne
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Hearne
Hearne
Songwriter:in
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Hearne
Hearne
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Lyrics

Cupid got a
Gun
Yeah
Hearne got a whip, though
And everybody know I got my bounce to the ounce
I funked you up, now it's time to get down
Everybody know I got my bounce to the ounce
Tadow, how you like me now
Huh
Everybody know I got my bounce to the ounce
I funked you up, now it's time to get down
Everybody know I got my bounce to the ounce
Tadow, how you like me now
Bow
I could see you in my rear view
Pulling up too fast
I wish I was riding with you
The way you hit the gas
Give me that, give me that
Give me that, give me that
Green light
You been swerving through my brain, baby
Give me that, give me that
Give me that, give me that
Green light
And let me merge into your lane, baby
Don't pump your brakes
Don't pump your brakes
Toot, toot, beep, beep
Hey
Don't pump your brakes
Don't pump your brakes
Toot, toot, beep, beep
Hey
I don't mind driving if you're sliding with me
You say I'm fast, well
Watch me gas
I'm hitting about 150
Sike I'm playing, I'm chill
We on a slow creep
Caught a whip codeine
She looking so clean
I'm looking like a whole fee
You appear to be that man too
I seen you pull up in that peanut butter tan coop
I had to be near you
Now look at you, right here
Sitting in my passenger seat
Mm, my dear
The Lord blessed you when you met me
And you're so welcome
Okay, let me start frontin
I kind of felt something
Real loving coming from a real woman
Tell me if it's real
I'll really show you you ain't really ever felt nothing
Give me that, give me that
Give me that, give me that
Green light
You been swerving through my brain, baby
Give me that, give me that
Give me that, give me that
Green light
And let me merge into your lane, baby
Don't pump your brakes
Don't pump your brakes
Toot, toot, beep, beep
Hey
Don't pump your brakes
Don't pump your brakes
Toot, toot, beep, beep
Hey
Written by: Bryan Christopher Hearne
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