Song Lyrics

Hello?
What you doin' tonight?
Oh shit

Shawty so cold, pussy winter fresh
Reservations to eat and you my dinner guest
Shawty clean up nice, never been a mess
Could take a little pain, I see them tattoos in her flesh
But I ain't try to hurt her, 'cause I've always been the best
At making my shawty feel it till she feel it in her chest
Sex excellent, get a hundred when I test
I'm a fan of her talent, so I've always been impressed
Sex in the city on my black satin sheets
Wet as Hurricane Sandy on the Manhattan streets
Lit a few candles like my power hadn't reached
Then I took you places that her last nigga hadn't reached
Bitch so bad know her parents went through hell
Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale
I wanna touch her, not using my hands
Make her dance without using the bands

Call me crazy, shit at least you call me
Feels better when you let it out, don't it, boy?
Know its easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it 'cause you're mad and you take it all back
Then we f*ck all night till things get right
Then we f*ck all night till things get right

The club popping but she ain't trying go there
Her friends know where she going every time she tell them "nowhere"
I'm the only one that get up in that VIP
My money grown, baby, ain't no need to see id
Slide her somethin' just to come through, host money
At least niggas know you're getting to the most money
Club my place, you wear what you wanna wear
But you're overdressed if you're wearing underwear
Now turn up, couple J's to burn up
Couple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out
Where I live on Sunday, your place Monday
Her hand in my pants, call that Al Bundy
Pull it out like a pistol yo, kissin' on the balls like the dick a mistletoe
Tell her do the thing I like, best she listen, yo
Bad bitch good girl around the Christmas, though (Nice)

Call me crazy, shit at least you call me
Feels better when you let it out, don't it, boy?
Know its easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it 'cause you're mad and you take it all back
Then we f*ck all night till things get right
Then we f*ck all night till things get right

Pussy sweeter than some fresh fruit
She gushin' I drink the best juice
I'm drinking till nothing left too
And she playing with herself, too
I been thinking about her all day
She perform like it's Broadway
Yeah, we hop in the range, she off top with the brain
Got the windows down, broad day
Just look at her, spectacular
Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula
Other niggas want her, but you see them niggas whack to her
Side bitch tripping 'cause I don't ever get back to her
My bitch like bitches, but none of my bitches bad to her
She's a trigger, I never seen her with a bad bitch
Unless she's meeting on these other bitches average
Hundred percent real all these bitches is plastic
Moroccan goddess, she walk like she need her ass kissed
Walk like she need her ass kissed
Diced pineapples, super fine at you
If she's giving head, She's throwing her mind at you
F*ck these other bitches, nigga, she don't mind that you do
Might just wanna watch, I ain't taking time at you, dudes
Never faking, why they hella front?
Keep it real with her, yeah, that's all she ever wants
Somethin' bout the alchemy, she don't ever disappoint
London on the balcony, we 'bout to smoke another joint
Miami on the yacht, she pulling on my pistol saying how she love my cock
Metaphoric bliss, shawty, you the shit
Couple days with her, man, that's all I ever get
Yeah she got a little sister, that's all she ever with
Game like a nigga, man, that's wall she ever spit
Montreal was our first time, swear pussy just like the first lines
Scars on my back, she don' left couple there
spent a couple stacks, I don' put a couple pair
Try to bag mine, my nigga I double dare
Never retract statements, nigga, I'm never scared
Niggas be switching up, but nigga, I'm never weird
Back on another leer
I leave niggas here, all in another year
All in another lane, all in another gear
All of you niggas lame, all of your niggas here
Listen up, bitch niggas bitching up
I guess you're doing what you're supposed to
Let a real nigga hold you
Back to my baby girl, though, I just need you in my world, yo

Call me crazy, shit at least you call me
Feels better when you let it out, don't it, boy?
Know its easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it 'cause you're mad and you take it all back
Then we f*ck all night till things get right
Then we f*ck all night till things get right

Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Aubrey Drake Graham, William Roberts, Carl Mccormick