DVBBS and Quinn XCII Has Us Booking Our Flights To The “West Coast”
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This hot new track brings in all of the “West Coast” Californian vibes and the thrill of new adventures. The mega talented Canadian duo DVBBS (pronounced “Dubs”) are brothers (Chris and Alex van den Hoef) who have been performing with major artists such as Tiesto, Steve Aoki and Martin Garrix to name a few. American artist Quinn XCII adds his unique flare to this song, and together these creative minds unfold a spicy production you can’t help but to fall in love with—and possibly feel compelled to meet up in the West Coast for!
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