GLTTR
I freestyle a love note with my tongue on your neck
Glitter on my lips, by the time I'm done that smells like your skin
Take a swim in your eyes, my hands try to massage the tired outta your thighs
You dress up like that for me
Let me help you treat yourself for all the hard work you've been puttin' in
Since you like both, I put on a show switchin' between aggression and tenderness
Hand on your throat, kissin' you like waves meet the coast
I know the road to success takin' its toll on you
But those new nails lookin' good, ass jiggle like it should
Ya energy tonight feels like shared laughs set to harp strings
Room smells nice, got lotion on
Make my hands glide from your smile to your feet through a field of flowers
Lookin' like a free-range, homemade, menu here, season based meal
Why you got that top on still?
Those moans that slip when I kiss your breasts got my rock on
Back of my mind, wanna rock your shit, ain't time to get my rocks off still
Rubbin' you down feels like havin' a sunset to myself
Skin warm as the last day of summer
I wanna bathe you in adoration and positive affirmations
I like to tease 'til you undress yourself and your voice starts shakin'
Got that WAP, wet from anticipation
Here, you gotta get your soul naked
Made a playlist for us to play in
My tongue sends your pussy postcards from your toes like they're foreign locations
You knew what kinda party this was when I came in
Move your weight over to one side, so I can smack that ass while I bury my face in
I like thighs with the little give to 'em like they're makin' donations
You look fine as hell
Make me wanna sit down watch you play with yourself
Love to hit it from the back, it's so fat you need your own Bible belt
Lost track of time on purpose
Fall deep in you, hands grippin', squeezin' you
Give you all my attention 'cause you deserve it
Soakin' wet and picture perfect
When I smell you on my shirt in the mornin'
The photographic memories are gonna resurface
Grip right like the Secret Service
Way you twerk on it looks like you rehearsed it
Makes me wanna stay inside like I got nervous
Fuckin' you feels like a wet dream
I promise not to get it on your sheets
Just tell me where to aim 'cause I aim to please
Had such a good time, I don't mind takin' my shipmates with me
Talk yo' shit, don't moderate yo' speech
You won't have any presidential debate from me
Catch me in your comment section, it's the everything for me
Glitter on my lips, by the time I'm done that smells like your skin
Take a swim in your eyes, my hands try to massage the tired outta your thighs
You dress up like that for me
Let me help you treat yourself for all the hard work you've been puttin' in
Since you like both, I put on a show switchin' between aggression and tenderness
Hand on your throat, kissin' you like waves meet the coast
I know the road to success takin' its toll on you
But those new nails lookin' good, ass jiggle like it should
Ya energy tonight feels like shared laughs set to harp strings
Room smells nice, got lotion on
Make my hands glide from your smile to your feet through a field of flowers
Lookin' like a free-range, homemade, menu here, season based meal
Why you got that top on still?
Those moans that slip when I kiss your breasts got my rock on
Back of my mind, wanna rock your shit, ain't time to get my rocks off still
Rubbin' you down feels like havin' a sunset to myself
Skin warm as the last day of summer
I wanna bathe you in adoration and positive affirmations
I like to tease 'til you undress yourself and your voice starts shakin'
Got that WAP, wet from anticipation
Here, you gotta get your soul naked
Made a playlist for us to play in
My tongue sends your pussy postcards from your toes like they're foreign locations
You knew what kinda party this was when I came in
Move your weight over to one side, so I can smack that ass while I bury my face in
I like thighs with the little give to 'em like they're makin' donations
You look fine as hell
Make me wanna sit down watch you play with yourself
Love to hit it from the back, it's so fat you need your own Bible belt
Lost track of time on purpose
Fall deep in you, hands grippin', squeezin' you
Give you all my attention 'cause you deserve it
Soakin' wet and picture perfect
When I smell you on my shirt in the mornin'
The photographic memories are gonna resurface
Grip right like the Secret Service
Way you twerk on it looks like you rehearsed it
Makes me wanna stay inside like I got nervous
Fuckin' you feels like a wet dream
I promise not to get it on your sheets
Just tell me where to aim 'cause I aim to please
Had such a good time, I don't mind takin' my shipmates with me
Talk yo' shit, don't moderate yo' speech
You won't have any presidential debate from me
Catch me in your comment section, it's the everything for me
Credits
Writer(s): Oladipo Akanni Oyediran, Marcus Alexander, Jelen Farrow, Patrick Pombuena, Sergio Ramos
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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