Bands up in my Louis, pocket bussin' (Bussin') , mm Shawties 'round me, so I'm always fuckin', mm Two bad bitches said they straight from London, ooh I ain't got no type, so I want both of 'em (Oh) 'Cause it's 3 a. m. , drink got me so gone Shots off your body, ooh, when we touchin' now Pussy too wet, legs up goin' two ways Okay, come throw it back in my backseat Come and bust it, baby Can tell that ass is all homegrown, no surgery Neck covered up in them diamonds, baby (Oh) Turn off the lights, baby Ooh, I got, yeah
Drinks in my body, I feel like fuckin', mm Thoughts in my mind tellin' me to touch it, mm Tryna dive in, make me say I love that shit, ooh When they ask, say that we just fuckin' They don't need to know that we in love yet (No) They don't need to know we'rе more than friends I keep all your secrеts Won't say nothin' (I won't say nothin')
Red all in your face, I got you blushin', oh Water on this cat, I got you gushin', oh You can't take that shit, I got you runnin', oh You the flyest thing that been through customs, and I know Tryna make your body lose control (Control) You suck it so good, you take my soul from me Fuckin' me like you got a point to prove (Prove) , ayy Fuckin' you like I got nothin' to lose (Yeah) Fuck me nice and slow, you chopped and screwed It's creepin' out that 1942 (Oh) Freaky how I got you in the mood I got, yeah
Drinks in my body I feel like fuckin', mm (I feel like fuckin') Thoughts in my mind tellin' me to touch it, mm (Touch it) Tryna dive in, make me say I love that shit, ooh When they ask, say that we just fuckin' (Just fuckin') They don't need to know that we in love yet (No) They don't need to know we're more than friends I keep all your secrets, won't say nothin'
Don't say, don't say, don't say nothin' Yeah Don't say nothin'
Compositores: Chris Brown, Jamal Gaines, Jean Baptiste, Jenso “JP” Plymouth, Karl Rubin, PRGRSHN, Ron E, LAZR & Lex Luger