Ooeeooeeoo
What you want
What you need when you're loving me
And you whisper in my ear
Whisper in my ear
You're so bad you're so good
The way you rub my foot
I'm chilling with my sweet thing
Bubbles with my sweet thing
But then I gotta go
But something doesn't feel right
(Something doesn't feel right)
And then I hear the phone
So I walk over to pick it up
And I'm like
Ooeeooeeoo
Who the fuck are you
You know your messing with my sweet thing
You know your messing with my sweet thing
You know your messing with my sweet thing
You know your messing with my sweet thing
You know your messing with my sweet thing
Who the fuck is yelling at me
I wish I had a secretary
Who could screen my calls before they hit me
In the middle of the night
When I'm getting busy
When I'm getting busy
I know there's trouble
Behind the wind and the trees
In the hour we begin
Why can't you hear me
Hear me call your name
I ran the numbers
This is what there telling me
They said that you just don't add up
Whats that I'm seeing
Creeping through the bushes in the backyard
Ooeeooeeoo
Who the fuck are you
You know your messing with my sweet thing
(Messing with my sweet thing)
(shouldn't do that)
Ooeeooeeoo
Who the fuck are you
You know your messing with my sweet thing
What you need when you're loving me
And you whisper in my ear
Whisper in my ear
You're so bad you're so good
The way you rub my foot
I'm chilling with my sweet thing
Bubbles with my sweet thing
But then I gotta go
But something doesn't feel right
(Something doesn't feel right)
And then I hear the phone
So I walk over to pick it up
And I'm like
Ooeeooeeoo
Who the fuck are you
You know your messing with my sweet thing
You know your messing with my sweet thing
You know your messing with my sweet thing
You know your messing with my sweet thing
You know your messing with my sweet thing
Who the fuck is yelling at me
I wish I had a secretary
Who could screen my calls before they hit me
In the middle of the night
When I'm getting busy
When I'm getting busy
I know there's trouble
Behind the wind and the trees
In the hour we begin
Why can't you hear me
Hear me call your name
I ran the numbers
This is what there telling me
They said that you just don't add up
Whats that I'm seeing
Creeping through the bushes in the backyard
Ooeeooeeoo
Who the fuck are you
You know your messing with my sweet thing
(Messing with my sweet thing)
(shouldn't do that)
Ooeeooeeoo
Who the fuck are you
You know your messing with my sweet thing
Credits
Writer(s): Delwin Campbell, Eric Peana, Logan Kane
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