Formula

Tell me where it hurts
So I can love you there much harder
Tell me how you feel
So I don't need to think or ponder
Baby you was there
When I was whipping in the Honda
Now you driving off
And you just leaving me with trauma

Tell me what's your formula
Tell me what's your formula
Tell me what's your formula
Tell me what's your formula
Tell me what's your formula
Tell me what's your formula

Late night
Hitting up your phone and tell you my intentions
When you by yourself and you just looking for attention
I'll be there to help you with your stress and all your tension
Got your eyes rolling back and now you outta this dimension

I'm tired of the texting and the calling and the FaceTime
Baby put your phone down and come and give my face time
Kissing on your neck and on your back and on your waistline
Started at night and now we ending in the daytime
If a real nigga want you I promise he gone make time
If a real nigga want you I promise he won't waste time
If a real nigga want you girl you cumming 8 times
Round after round girl we ain't talking break time

In the back of the Cadillac
Tear it down like a lumberjack
Hit once and I double back
Ima show you that I want you
Get on top like a piggy back
In her guts ima maniac
Rearrange, give a heart attack
Ima show you that I'm for you

And she like whoa
Tell me where it hurts baby tell me where it hurts
And she like whoa
I could be the answer to your problems you just gotta

Tell me where it hurts
So I can love you there much harder
Tell me how you feel
So I don't need to think or ponder
Baby you was there
When I was whipping in the Honda
Now you driving off
And you just leaving me with trauma

Tell me what's your formula
Tell me what's your formula
Tell me what's your formula
Tell me what's your formula
Tell me what's your formula
Tell me what's your formula



Credits
Writer(s): Marquis Rand
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