Lyrics

Feel like birthday sex every time around I cant make it make sense it just doesn't huh Doing calisthenics in the bedroom Doing calisthenics Feel like birthday sex every time around I cant make it make sense it just doesn't huh Doing calisthenics in the bedroom Doing calisthenics You live barely a mile away I can come and scoop you up, it ain't a problem babe I just got done rolling up, come get inspired with me I just had to leave the club, they playing your song, your song You live barely a mile away I can come and scoop you up, it ain't a problem babe I just got done rolling up, come get inspired with me I just had to leave the club, they playing your song, your song Homebody outfit You look even hotter with your glasses on Strobe light, flashes Every time we fuck it's a classic Wavy, lifted Corkscrew, shit's getting twisted Mouth piece, big dick Fast forward, no end in sight Copped a brand new passport where should we hide Skinny dipping in the bay of your emotions Just some shit we got settle, it's non-negotiable Exit through the backdoor backdoor, clout made me shy Make a dash for it dash for it, stay out of sight I been sober for a minute, I need potion Calibrate my spirit with a henny and a... Feel like birthday sex every time around I cant make it make sense it just doesn't huh Doing calisthenics in the bedroom Doing calisthenics Feel like birthday sex every time around I cant make it make sense it just doesn't huh Doing calisthenics in the bedroom Doing calisthenics I doubted you too quick, you fuck like no other I can't get enough of you You tatted my initials on your shoulders Even if I wanted to girl I wish you saw my POV girl I wish I had like ten of you girl That missionary hit different Put your super model legs to ceiling Squeeze it out the box, made killing Dimming down the lights so you feel me Imma get the best of you Imma get the best of you I doubted you too quick, you fuck like no other I can't get enough of you You tatted my initials on your shoulders Can't make this shit up Even If I wanted to girl I wish you saw my POV girl I wish I had like ten of you girl That missionary hit different Put your super model legs to ceiling Squeeze it out the box, made killing Imma get the best of you Imma get the best of you
Writer(s): Soran Dussaigne, Zacharie Morier-gxoyiya, Michael Simard, Samuel Bocan-biddle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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