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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
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Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Komponist:in
James Dewitt Yancey
James Dewitt Yancey
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
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Jay Dee
Jay Dee
Produzent:in
Jason Groucott
Jason Groucott
Ingenieur:in
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mischtechniker:in
Glenn Marchese
Glenn Marchese
Ingenieur:in
Steve Souder
Steve Souder
Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Aw, looky here, looky here, looky here You out the frame with it, you off the chain with it You out the frame with it, woman, woman You got your girlfriend around you No wonder she surround you, look at you Your brown eyes pierce just like a knight Make a fella think real hard about the rest of his life The whole s* is strange, I'm really thinkin' brains But on the other hand, I really feel your stress and pain Flimsy little men, they can't command you And they don't have the heart to demand you But niether do I, I guess I'll let you walk on And watch 'cause your walk is strong Sippin' passion with a stranger in the club It doesn't necessarily equate to love It's not really in the air, I wanna take it elsewhere Somethin' wild that you can't compare Bangin' on my wood drum now Hope your hearin' all the sound, now n* come now Sittin' at home, a hat in my hand While you crawlin' on the Earth with your natural tan Your than is jigg-i-lin' and causin' a stir Let's do it real rough until life is a blur I suit you the way that you want Hey, hey, hey, the way that you want It caught me the way that you want Hey, hey, hey, the way that you want I suit you the way that you want Hey, hey, hey, the way that you want It got me the way that you want Hey, hey, hey, the way that you want I can kinda understand, you know I mean bein' at the top, I mean to start a show The brushes with fame, continuous game you get Hustles with plans, stakin' they clans and s* But you shine and you pay it no mind Always stayin' on the grind with the things you do You got the illest little switch and you Ain't takin' no s*, 'cause nobody wanna f* with you Admiration to the utmost All my dogs raise your cups 'til the girl toast I don't wanna bring shame to you really I wanna put flames to you sincerely Make your box-spring jump like a low rida Best place that I could be is inside you The love that we have could be real But you gotta go by what your heart feels (Heart feels, heart feels) (Heart feels, heart feels) C'mon, c'mon I suit you the way that you want Hey, hey, hey, the way that you want It got me the way that you want Hey, hey, hey, the way that you want I suit you the way that you want Hey, hey, hey, the way that you want It caught me the way that you want Hey, hey, hey, the way that you want I suit you the way that you want Hey, hey, hey, the way that you want It got me the way that you want Hey, hey, hey, the way that you want
Writer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, James Dewitt Yancey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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