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(Verse 1)
We don't do much talking often, the door's closed, your clothes are coming off - and, your nigga's mad you cut him off - and, we don't look back we keep mobbing. Shorty poor up something for me, been a long day and now I'm horny. I'm always late you come before me (x2)
(Hook)
I'm on my way-ayaya-yeah (x3) I'm on my way, I'm on my way
(Verse 2 )
We don't do much conversation. I prefer the body language, picture perfect when you're naked. She treats the D just like it's sacred. Pray on it, pray on it yeah. Sex like a drug and she stay on it yeah. Fantasizing 'bout when I stick it in. Send the addy the molly kicking in
(Bridge)
The moon's full and I might Howl (x2)
(Verse 3)
I come alive on nights like this. Something on my side, that's your bitch. On cloud 9, plead the 5th. Say my name scream that shit. I mean that shit, next day she thought she dreamed that shit. Real ting this
Middle of the night but it's still young-and, it's been so long since I've felt something. Prolong the come down, so long-gone now. Close the door and lock the compound (yeah). This is how sex and drugs sound. NSFW when she comes around. It's late but I made it, faded, slayed it, taped it, played
(Hook)