Fuckin' Up The Disco
Hey, baby
Listen, I got this great new JT album
And if you got a turntable, maybe we can get it on
Get it on, get it on, get it on
Say no more, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
You and me when we fuckin' up the disco
Ooh, what a scene and we both know (Both know)
Top line on that body
And she feel like a hit, though (Hit, though)
But the grooves on it, retro (Retro)
Cold, somebody get a flick, though (Flick, though)
It don't make sense, though, really, though (Really, though)
You and me when we fuckin' up the—
Ooh, looking like a whole scandal
Walkеd in with all of that looking like all I could handle
You looking for worship, baby
Well, hеy, I got a mantle
Got my Gucci Crocs on right now
But we can slide like sandals, uh
Let me flip you like a sample
'Cause I be doing it right, I be doing it right, ooh
You know how you get when the bass drops
And your body pops, ooh
I know how you get when you're peaking
And your favorite record drops (Drops)
Well, this might be one of them
And you know when the chemistry locks
When you wanna take it from the top
We can take it off the top
Ooh, all you gotta do is free your mind
And watch your body start to follow suit
So don't you try to play it cool
'Cause I know the sign
When you're make it wind
And I'm like (Let's get it on)
Say no more, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
You and me when we fuckin' up the disco
Ooh, what a scene and we both know (Both know)
Top down on the body and
And she feel like a hit, though (Hit, though)
But the grooves on it, retro (Retro)
Cold, somebody get a flick, though (Flick, though)
It don't make sense, though, really, though (Really, though)
You and me when we fuckin' up the—
Sweat dripping when the rush feel like an attack
You a whole bag, let it all unpack
Run your nine-inch nails all over my back
Yeah, I like that, I like that
Put your cheekbones all the way into my neck
Take a bite on the side, let your tongue get wet
You the password, I'ma hit reset
That's a promise, not a threat, uh
'Cause I be doing it right, I be doing it right, ooh
You know how you get when the bass drops
And your body pops, ooh
I know how you get when you're peaking
And your favorite record drops (Drops)
Well, this might be one of them
And you know when the chemistry locks
When you wanna take it from the top
We can take it off the top
All you gotta do is free your mind
And watch your body start to follow suit
So don't you try to play it cool
'Cause I know the sign
When you're make it wind
And I'm like
Say no more, yeah, let's go (Let's go)
You and me when we fuckin' up the disco
Ooh, what a scene and we both know (Both know)
Top line on that body
And she feel like a hit, though (Hit, though)
But the grooves on it, retro (Retro)
Cold, somebody get a flick, though (Flick, though)
It don't make sense, though, really, though (Really, though)
You and me when we fuckin' up the disco, disco
You and me when we fuckin' up the—, disco
(Bring that over here)
Ooh, all we gotta do is free your mind
And watch your body start to follow suit
So don't you try to play it cool
Don't you try to play it cool
Uh, come on, ooh, hey, yeah
All you gotta do is free your mind
(All you gotta do is free your mind)
And watch your body start to follow suit
(And watch your body start to follow suit)
So don't you try to play it cool
(Don't you try to play it cool)
Ooh, I know you feel the rush when it's coming on
There ain't no stopping when we peaking
What we on
Ooh, what we on
Ooh, what we on
(Let's get it on, let's get in on)
(Let's get it on, let's get in on)
(Let's get it on, let's get in on)
Compositores: Justin Timberlake, Angel López, Federico Vindver & Calvin Harris