No Way

Late, quarter after midnight
Lace, fitting on me just right
Taste, wishing that you could, right?
I could go on and on
About that shit you want

Confident, from what you been talking
I got you hooked on my body
But it ain't just anybody's
You can load the gun and I'll cock it
Point it and aim it
You wanna take it, but baby
There's no way
I'm fucking you

No way, no way, no way, I'm fucking you
No way, no way, no way, I'm fucking
You got that good and maybe I could
But I'm thinking you should wait until I say
Okay, okay, okay, I'm fucking you

Come, party in the bedroom
Tongue, tell me what you're into
But, only gonna let you
Keep going on and on
If you keep something on

I'm not the girl from the Beverley Hills
Who goes down everytime she gets wasted
Totally down for a lights out and chill
But tonight there ain't no fucking way I'm fucking you

No way, no way, no way, I'm fucking you
No way, no way, no way, I'm fucking
You got that good and maybe I could
But I'm thinking you should wait until I say
Okay, okay, okay, I'm fucking you

If you think you're just gonna fuck it
Boy there ain't there ain't no way
I'll let you kiss it, I'll let you touch it
But I'm gonna make you wait (ey, ey)
If you think you're just gonna fuck it
Boy there ain't there ain't no way
I'll let you kiss it, I'll let you touch it
But I'm gonna make you wait (ey, ey)

Confident, from what you been talking
I got you hooked on my body
But it ain't just anybody's
You can load the gun and I'll cock it
Point it and aim it
You wanna take it, but baby
There's no way
I'm fucking you

No way, no way, no way, I'm fucking you
No way, no way, no way, I'm fucking
You got that good and maybe I could
But I'm thinking you should wait until I say
Okay, okay, okay, I'm fucking you



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Harry Monroe Baum, Michael Mcnamara, Gino Barletta, Michel Schulz, Gabrielle Anne Friedland
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