Weekend Love
Love you good on the weekend
Fuck you good like I mean it
Hope you don't tell none of our secrets
Girl you're mine for the keeping
Baby just tell me you want it and you will receive it
Baby just tell me you want it you know that I will be there
Love you good on the weekend
Fuck you good like I mean it
Hope you don't tell none of our secrets
Girl you're mine for the keeping
Baby just tell me you want it and you will receive it
Baby just tell me you want it you know that I will be there
Girl I heard you a demon
You a freak for no reason
You look to good why you teasing
Come here let me eat it
You got that wave like a beach yeah
Make me fold like a beach chair
Take that thing off make me weak yeah
Have me stress for some weeks yeah
Girl come on just shake something
Booty to big might break something
Girl just keep that cake jumping
Everything real can't fake nothing
That's just what you on
You get what you want
Shoes from Saint Laurent
Bag from Louie baton
I get it
I get it
You look to bad to being giving out digits
You get ya bag and work then work on your business
Then you get that dick and then you go ridiculous
You got wet wet as soon as I dip in
I grab on waist just case I start slipping
I hit from the back and I got you addicted
I got ya back if these niggas start tripping
Fuck you good like I mean it
Hope you don't tell none of our secrets
Girl you're mine for the keeping
Baby just tell me you want it and you will receive it
Baby just tell me you want it you know that I will be there
Love you good on the weekend
Fuck you good like I mean it
Hope you don't tell none of our secrets
Girl you're mine for the keeping
Baby just tell me you want it and you will receive it
Baby just tell me you want it you know that I will be there
Girl I heard you a demon
You a freak for no reason
You look to good why you teasing
Come here let me eat it
You got that wave like a beach yeah
Make me fold like a beach chair
Take that thing off make me weak yeah
Have me stress for some weeks yeah
Girl come on just shake something
Booty to big might break something
Girl just keep that cake jumping
Everything real can't fake nothing
That's just what you on
You get what you want
Shoes from Saint Laurent
Bag from Louie baton
I get it
I get it
You look to bad to being giving out digits
You get ya bag and work then work on your business
Then you get that dick and then you go ridiculous
You got wet wet as soon as I dip in
I grab on waist just case I start slipping
I hit from the back and I got you addicted
I got ya back if these niggas start tripping
Credits
Writer(s): Travis Gibson
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