Nice to meet you Lyrics latest song by PinkPantheress. The Lyrics were written by Cash Cobain, Central Cee, Count Baldor, Gary James Kemp, and PinkPantheress and Produced by Cash Cobain, Count Baldor, and PinkPantheress
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Nice to meet you Song Details
| Song | Nice to meet you |
| Artist/Singer | PinkPantheress feat. Central Cee |
| Lyrics | Cash Cobain, Central Cee, Count Baldor, Gary James Kemp, and PinkPantheress |
| Produced | Cash Cobain, Count Baldor, and PinkPantheress |
| Label | Warner Records |
Nice to meet you Music
Nice to meet you Lyrics
And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube
I pray that I’ll die before my baby
I’ll take a risk if anyone tries to touch my baby
That’s my love, love
I have secrets, and yes, I know you know too many
I’ll stay at your house where I’ll hope that you’ll protect me
You’re my love, love
It’s your honey, nice to meet you
My love’s pouring like a waterfall
That’s why I don’t mind all your dollar signs
You’re keeping me up each and every night
Now I’ve never felt quite like this
It’s your motor, it’s the way you kiss (That’s my)
Tell them how we met because you tell it best
You’re the thing that connects my brain to my chest, because
I pray that I’ll die before my baby
I’ll take a risk if anyone tries to touch my baby
That’s my mm-ooh, my baby
I have secrets, and yes, I know you know too many
I’ll stay at your house where I’ll hope that you’ll protect me
You’re my love, love
It’s your honey, nice to meet you
My love’s pouring like a waterfall
I’ve never, felt quite like this
It’s your motor, it’s the way you kiss
I woke up to my shorty crying
I said, “Nah, I’m not being unfaithful, baby,” and somehow she caught me lying
I try say it weren’t me, it was one of my Gs, you can call the guys
But it weren’t one time, it was four or five
Long story short, we don’t talk no more
Now she on TikTok doing story time
I might risk it for a biscuit
Put my hand in her jar and try reach for a cookie, sweet and I can’t resist it
I’m innocent until proven guilty, my girl not convinced, but I’m not convicted
I feel like a creep when I call restricted, pissed ’cause she blocked my digits
Leave it to God, I can’t stop what’s written
I crossed the world you still cross my mind
I’m a trap boy and she like goody utes
If I remember correctly I’m not her type
Cupid try aim at my heart, I jumped over the car, try duck and dive
Now she putting up pics of rapper relationships like it must be nice
