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No... cause for him to risk it
Top off, let's get to business
No intermissions, those my intentions
His hands... feel em upon me
This man... totally got me
I dance, call it a hobby
He is the music movin' my body
You better not let me go
And if you want me for your own
Then I'mma say it like
Don't... let...
Don't let this feelin' fade
I said
Don't... let...
Don't let this feelin' fade away
He get me high then he go low
Romance... I'm never lonely
Slow dance... love it when he hold me
Roll, pass... he's got that OG
You know my baby grow
Good shit for me
London is callin'
First class, kickin' back, me and my darlin'
I'm like "baby I don't need all this"
He reply "baby we ballin'"
You better not let me go
And if you want me for your own
Then I'mma say it like
Don't... let.
Don't let this feelin' fade
I said
Don't... let...
Writer(s): Tinashe Fazakerley
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