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DOM KENNEDY ft. KALAN.FRFR "Say Lady"
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DOM KENNEDY
DOM KENNEDY
Performer
Michael Cox, Jr.
Michael Cox, Jr.
Performer
John Groover
John Groover
Performer
Jacob Dutton
Jacob Dutton
Performer
Kalan Montgomery
Kalan Montgomery
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominic Hunn
Dominic Hunn
Songwriter
Michael Cox, Jr.
Michael Cox, Jr.
Songwriter
John Groover
John Groover
Songwriter
Jacob Dutton
Jacob Dutton
Songwriter
Kalan Montgomery
Kalan Montgomery
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, whoa-oh (yeah, whoa-oh) Yeah, whoa-oh (yeah, whoa-oh) Yeah, whoa-oh (yeah, whoa-oh) Yeah, whoa-oh (yeah, whoa-oh) Yeah, whoa-oh (yeah, whoa-oh) Alright It was last June, we watched the grass bloom Staring at your tattoos Thinking 'bout last time we was in your bathroom And you got nasty, nasty like a vacuum (ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah) Feel it in your chest, know you do-ooh-ooh (yeah) Feel it in your soul, know you do-ooh-ooh Girl, you not asking for nothing When you need my lovin' You know I'm runnin' You know I'm comin' into you Say lady (say lady), yeah Say lady, yeah Fresh out the shower, smell like cocoa butter Girl, don't be shy, let's get to know each other Bounce out with me, I got them car keys Super sport in the lobby, it's almost time to leave She be in her feelings, heart on her sleeve Got on a tight dress, you look the part to me Baby, talk to me, let's get more than close I'm thinkin' duet, I love the way your skin glows It was last June, we watched the grass bloom Staring at your tattoos Thinking 'bout last time we was in your bathroom And you got nasty, nasty like a vacuum (ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah) Feel it in your chest, know you do-ooh-ooh (yeah) Feel it in your soul, know you do-ooh-ooh Girl, you not asking for nothing When you need my lovin' You know I'm runnin' You know I'm comin' (into you) Say lady (say lady), yeah Say lady, yeah She walked in and her face looked familiar If I get my word, then it will occur Then the parties for two, I got that ocean view You look better by my side, can I speak the truth? When I pass through, it's a new coup I'm in the LA Times, no more bad news They say cash rules, so I keep it now And you scorchin' hot, and you not a thot If they like it or not, they gotta deal with it I'm too real with it, none of the cars rented I'm in the Carhartt vest with my boy G-4 Told him how I met this chick, I need to get to know She got sex appeal, hands down, she got my vote Got me feelin' like high school, writing notes But I was sitting at the bar in a Burberry coat Forreal, forreal, baby, two times you know what I want It was last June, we watched the grass bloom Staring at your tattoos Thinking 'bout last time we was in your bathroom And you got nasty, nasty like a vacuum (ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah) Feel it in your chest, know you do-ooh-ooh (yeah) Feel it in your soul, know you do-ooh-ooh Girl, you not asking for nothing When you need my lovin' You know I'm runnin' You know I'm comin' (into you) Say lady (say lady), yeah Say lady (say lady), yeah
Writer(s): Dominic R. Hunn, John Wesley Groover, Michael Cox, Jacob Dutton, Kalan Montgomery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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