Big Bad

Big bad (big bad). You can raise my roof, you can make me shout fifty shades of sunshine.
I get the feeling love is callin' me out and offering me wine.
Something that fits like a glove two people falling in love, that kinda stuff don't get old.
Just got to let it flow, go ahead and lose control let the good times roll.

Cause i can never get enough everytime you huff and puff
blow my brick house down (down down down).

I'm your little red ridin' you the big bad wolf, this little piggy gonna get it good you the big bad wolf



Credits
Writer(s): Adam B. Pallin, Imani Coppola
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