Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrone Kenneth Briggs
Tyrone Kenneth Briggs
Songwriter
Eddy Infante
Eddy Infante
Songwriter
Jon Muro
Jon Muro
Songwriter

Lyrics

I just want your body pressed on mine like its suppose ta' Henry, vodka, Wine, Moet, Mimosa Get you wet, & sex your super soaker On them walls like, paintings, pictures, posters You got friends, I got friends, we can be friends Get together, do it every weekend Telling me ya man he always cheating So dont feel guilty, when you're with me creeping (Right) Act like an adult for once You're the type of girl, thats gonna to open up And I'm the type of guy to get you opened up And give it you girl, as if I owe you 1 4 plays my department, using everything In the apartment Losing every single piece of garment Goose or henny straight, will get it started, ready, set, on your mark &... We bump & bump & bump & bump-bump Red cup (start to filling it up Feelings (makes it more than just fun) Next day (say you feel you in love) Baby girl it's your time, I mean in no time, we can leave, whenever you say so See the ride out waiting, and I got the place, girl all you gotta do, it say go Said I'm on the way now I'm trying to use your body like a playground You ain't gotta leave baby stay around I bet you're gonna stay into tomorrow, ooohh-yeah It's getting late now I'm trying to use your body like a playground You ain't gotta leave baby stay around I bet you're gonna stay into tomorrow, ooohh-yeah Love your hips, your waist, you lips, your face, I speak for all men Its hard for us to pass that If I was with a date, or in relations, they'll get dropped, cuz you're the one I make a pass at We like... (Go girl, its your world) Bets believe that (Go girl, its your world) Know you see that (Go girl, its your world) Girl I need that Other women jealous, cuz them other women dream that Fact One day, Imma cuff you Its all facts I wont put a girl above you Its all facts When I get the chance to love you You'll come back, come back, like a rebuttal Drunk Love, Jay & Bee tip, Kim K & Yeezus Lets play the rolls like Will & Jada Pinkett Creative thinkers, start off laid in sheets And tour the house so much, we got the neighbors heated like... Hold up, wait a minute Lets kill all the chillin & netflix Just gimme that good you was blessed with And Imma beat it like domestic I know that you all the way open Could tell by the vibe I'm recieving Could tell that your tub over flowing And Imma slide in like your DM's Said I'm on the way now I'm trying to use your body like a playground You ain't gotta leave baby stay around I bet you're gonna stay into tomorrow, ooohh-yeah It's getting late now I'm trying to use your body like a playground You ain't gotta leave baby stay around I bet you're gonna stay into tomorrow, ooohh-yeah Oh, Oh. Oh, Yeah-Yeah, yeah-Yeah-Yeah Oh, Oh. Oh, Yeah-Yeah, yeah-Yeah-Yeah When I walk into the room I'm expecting you To give me energy to move with the best of you Just let your body be my muse I connect with you Girl you got me breaking to pieces And I'm not religious but jesus Baby you making me speechless She usually prefers to be dominant I move through her curves while I'm driving it When I'm working behind it Its perfect, she trying to udder her words through he silences Like wasn't I worth the acknowledgement Cause you ain't never got it like this Not single fcking minute have you got it like this This that sneak me to the campus in your college type dk This is bitter and amazing That other nga wasn't in the situation Don't give a fk about your different stipulations I'm staring at you while you making different kinds of faces Them others you can get across It's a big turn on when you tell them off Just give me the word and I set it up Yeah these other ngas wanna get it but really who do a better job? Said I'm on the way now I'm trying to use your body like a playground You ain't gotta leave baby stay around I bet you're gonna stay into tomorrow, ooohh-yeah It's getting late now I'm trying to use your body like a playground You ain't gotta leave baby stay around I bet you're gonna stay into tomorrow, ooohh-yeah
Writer(s): Josh Colby Glazer, Eddy S Infante, Jonathan C Muro, Tyrone Kenneth Briggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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