Waves

Hey, what's up? (What's up?)
You already know how I feel, and I know how you feel, so it's like (hm)
(Where?) I caught that (where?)
Catch this (alright, ha)

Let's have sex on the beach
Playing in the sand
Just you and me
Hand in hand, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Burst that pussy open like a coconut
No more sneaking 'cause we all grown up
We ain't gotta answer to nobody, do we?
Got me fiending, got me ready, got me like -, ooh-wee
We done been through hard phases, we been at it all week
Why you gripping on your pipe? Baby, you can trust me
First, saw you told my girls, yeah, I like what I see
I know this fame shit crazy, it's gon' be what it be

I wanted you that whole night, but I just kept it quiet
You and your boys were 'bout to fight, 'bout to start a riot
I was chilling, looking fly, you know that Givenchy
She be hanging with them gangstars, but she dress so chic
Like, let me rip you out of that, oh yeah, let's make us a scene
Starring you and I, and put it on the big screen
The waves coming, the waves coming, the waves coming

Anybody ever had you, can't have you like I got you now (whoa)
How do I know? 'Cause I have control
I'm responsible for your smile (your smile)
I don't smoke, but I'll take a puff (puff)
Been crushing on you since you had braces on
We be in our own little world (world)
Fuck what they be doing (fuck 'em)

Yeah, let's have beach sex (whoa, whoa)
See he ain't even hit, yeah, he missed (he missed this)
Now I be curving, swerving, got you lurking on all my social media
I ain't perfect, and you ain't either (mm)
But I believe in us like I believe in Jesus
So you can't fuck this up, nigga, I'm a keeper, huh
So what you wanna do? Are you gonna keep her?

Assume the position, baby, both legs up
Yeah, it's in between your legs, I be giving good love
You don't know another nigga that'll do you like me
And you ain't gotta tell nobody who you sliding with me
Told my nigga I'ma get her, I'ma make her the queen
We both flashy, high fashion, we be rocking McQueens
We should cash in on a mansion, really follow our dreams
I got the cash in a bag, it wouldn't fit in the jeans

And when we sexing, we be going like the shit for the screens
And I ain't flexing, I go harder for your moans and your screams
If niggas testing, I'm checking, nine come with a beam
Pulling up in a Lamb and some Bape Supreme
I ain't doing shit to be extra, tryna show you I'm better
We be on a whole 'nother vibe (yeah), tell the truth, don't lie (yeah)

Hm, silly (nah, that's you)
Let's have sex on the beach
Playing in the sand
Just you and me (just you and me)
Hand in hand, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Uh-huh, what?
The waves coming



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Alexander Adams, Deja Monet Trimble, Jacquees Broadnax
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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