Memories (feat. Kid Cudi) · David Guetta · Kid Cudi
One More Love
℗ 2009 Gum Prod. Under Exclusive Licence to Parlophone / Warner Music France, a Warner Music Group Company
Producer: David Guetta
Vocals: David Guetta
Co- Producer: Frederic Jean Riesterer
Writer: David Guetta
Writer: Frederic Jean Riesterer
Writer: Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi
Producer, Programmer: Dr. Luke
Producer, Programmer, Associated Performer, Background Vocalist: Max Martin
Producer, Programmer: Cirkut
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Serban Ghenea
Studio Personnel, Engineer: Peter Carlsson
Studio Personnel, Engineer: Mike Foster
Studio Personnel, Engineer: Clint Gibbs
Studio Personnel, Engineer: Sam Holland
Studio Personnel, Engineer: Michael Ilbert
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Eric Eylands
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Rachael Findlen
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Justin Fox
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Elliot Lanam
Studio Personnel, Asst. Recording Engineer: Cory Bice
Studio Personnel, Mix Engineer: John Hanes
Associated Performer, Vocals, Background Vocalist: Katy Perry
Associated Performer, Vocals: Juicy J
Associated Performer, Additional Vocals: Ava James
Studio Personnel, Production Coordinator: Irene Richter
Composer Lyricist: Katy Perry
Composer Lyricist: Jordan Houston
Composer Lyricist: Lukasz Gottwald
Composer Lyricist: Sarah Theresa Hudson
Composer Lyricist: Max Martin
Composer Lyricist: Henry Walter
No gyal can tell me bout my mother
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No bwoy can diss me or my mother
Round here aint safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rah!
Yuh coulda be badda than a Kingstonee
Diss my mother then your skin start bleed
So dont bother mess with my mommy
With my mommy, with my mommy
Baby, tink yuh bad, say ya badder than she
If dog a-go bark, long time dem doh eat
Rap on, pop off, make ya move like freak
They say dem a gangsta, but so is mommy
They gon put hands on a chick
They gon put hands on her
Eyes watchin when I comin through the door
What Ima do, they aint prepared for
No gyal can tell me bout my mother
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No bwoy can diss me or my mother
Round here aint safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh!
You gonna be madder than Bryant, Kobe
Diss my mother then your lip wont speak
So dont bother mess with my mommy
With my mommy, with my mommy
Jah really think you bad, say you badder than me
If things a-go start tonight, you wont sleep
Pop on, cut off, make ya look like creep
Dem say dem a bad gyal, but gyal dem nuh be
They gon put hands on a chick
They gon put hands on her
Eyes watchin when I comin through the door
What Ima do, they aint prepared for
No gyal can tell me bout my mother
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No bwoy can diss me or my mother
Round here aint safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh!
Get 1 shot, if dem tink dem a man
Get 2 shot, if dem feel dem a don
Get 3 shot, if dem tek mi fi ediat
Get 4 shot, this a copper shot, know that
Get 5 shot, fi anybody what think dem hard
Straight boom boom head tump, ya must drop
If you hit up the Da-Da-Da-Don
Bullets gon hit you wherever you are
No gyal can tell me bout my mother
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No boy can diss me or my mother
Round here aint safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta
Ta-ta, ta-tah-ta
Ta-ta-ta-ta-tah
No gyal can tell me bout my mother
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No bwoy can diss me or my mother
Round here aint safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh!
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