Calling Out Your Name

I wanna feel
Do it rough so I know it is real
When you touch it
You know who's it is, yeah
When you grab it you like it, I love it
Tripping off shit
That you making me feel
Shit is real
I just wanna
Smoke one with you baby
I'll do anything to keep you next to me. Put the work in driving me crazy
Got me calling out your name, like

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Got me calling out your name

Mm, Look
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Play with this gushy in the car
On our way to the venue
You know this gushy stay tight
Keep it tighter than bantu's
Got em swerving off the road
Way it splash on them rear views
Wow
Freaky freaky
Ain't know, when he peeped me
That them porn star bitches
Can't seat me
I'm the illest it breathes me
My shit jump
But never off for you sleezys
Grab a bib for ya fit
This that wet believe me
I ain't talking out the neck
But this esophaguses greasy
Type a neck that make nigga
Slide them Chanel's up off Dreezy
But uh
Touch me, squeeze me
Catch a case if you leave me
Fuck being in my feelings like Keke
Yikes

When he, long dick me
I be calling him pipes
Grown Man
Keep it low, out of sight
Rode em good like
A bike
Don't fear no D
It don't matter the height
I'ont care if it was high as a kite
I'ma catch it like flights
Word to me
He deliver the hype
And keep me singing
Till the end of the night
Like

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Got me calling out your name like
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Got me calling out your name like



Credits
Writer(s): Tamia Clasablanca
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