Distractions

You're my number one distraction
Oh
But you my baby so
You get it without asking
Ooh oh

Yeah
You I like it
You know I like no fuss or fighting
Love when you ride it
You know I like your freaky side and
I'm fantasizing
I know you love the way I bite it
I'm bout to dive in
Temperatures rising
I wanna see you sweat
Tell them I'm the one that's leaving hickeys on your neck
And tell your man to get up out my DMs with them threats
Just way too pretty to fight with ya
Got some shooters they just might hit ya

You're my number one distraction
Oh
But you my baby so
You get it without asking
Ooh oh

I'm way too suave ain't I
I'm way too suave ain't I
I'm way too suave ain't I
I'm way too suave ain't I
I'm way too suave ain't I

He gone be mad when he see you talking like me
He goin' out sad
He still post you on his IG
She wanna kick it with a suave nigga
Yeah
She she wanna kick it with a
Suave nigga
Yeah ooo yeah
Oooh
Sound so sweet
She gone play this record back on repeat
Betta' not leave ya hoe around me
She ain't coming home
Don't call her phone
She with me
She wanna kick it with a suave nigga
She wanna kick it with a suave nigga

You're my number one distraction
Oh
But you my baby so
You get it without asking
Ooh oh
Yeah
Yeah

Oh
But you my baby so
You get it without asking
Ooh oh
Yeah



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Writer(s): Bryan Harris
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