Autopilot
Yeah, aye
The way she wildin' yeah
On the pole, She a pro
There she go
Make it clap, that's super sonic, yeah
They don't know it for sure
We get freaky on the low
So bust open (Ok, let's go)
Oh my God there she goes
She don't dance but she bust it on the pole (Splash, splash, splash, splash)
Girl don't stop, show me more
And if you tired put it on auto-pilot
Yeah
A sunami when she wet the way drips
Drive me coo coo when she put that thing on me
Her toe curling when I'm in that ocean deep
Make her scream
She keep it solid, but i swear that she a freak
Way we switching up positions in these sheets
I been tryna keep my cool and keep it G
When she undressing slow cos' shawty is a tease
Ahh ahh
Wish we could run that back
'Cause i still want that bad
Shawty a freak and she know it
And we don't sleep until it's morning
And we don't stop, we keep going
She impatient, begging for it
The way she wildin'
On the pole, She a pro
There she go
Make it clap, that's super sonic
They don't know it for sure
We get freaky on the low
So bust open (Ok, let's go)
Oh my God there she go
She don't dance but she bust it on the pole (Splash, splash, splash, splash)
Girl don't stop, show me more
And if you tired put it on auto-pilot
The way she wet, she drips, i surf
I always come correct
Put in OT cos' she worth it
My hands gon' run through her physique
Every bend, and curve
Homicidal when i hit it, put that ... dirt
And we be oozing sex appeal
Our sex is a pill
Grinding and whining because she love how good it feels
When i show up you know the drill
Have a meal
Right after dinner kick with ya then have you still
If she got a fatty (Got a fatty)
From the back (From the back)
Drive her mad, she don't know how to react
Tap into that energy fast
Tryna make these memories last
Take my hand, we could have a blast
Ahh ahh, ahh, yeah yeah yeah
Ahh ahh, ahh, yeah yeah yeah
The way she wildin'
On the pole, She a pro
There she go
Make it clap, that's super sonic
They don't know it for sure
We get freaky on the low
So bust open (Ok, let's go)
Oh my God there she go
She don't dance but she bust it on the pole (Splash, splash, splash, splash)
Girl don't stop, show me more
And if you tired put it on auto-pilot
The way she wildin' yeah
On the pole, She a pro
There she go
Make it clap, that's super sonic, yeah
They don't know it for sure
We get freaky on the low
So bust open (Ok, let's go)
Oh my God there she goes
She don't dance but she bust it on the pole (Splash, splash, splash, splash)
Girl don't stop, show me more
And if you tired put it on auto-pilot
Yeah
A sunami when she wet the way drips
Drive me coo coo when she put that thing on me
Her toe curling when I'm in that ocean deep
Make her scream
She keep it solid, but i swear that she a freak
Way we switching up positions in these sheets
I been tryna keep my cool and keep it G
When she undressing slow cos' shawty is a tease
Ahh ahh
Wish we could run that back
'Cause i still want that bad
Shawty a freak and she know it
And we don't sleep until it's morning
And we don't stop, we keep going
She impatient, begging for it
The way she wildin'
On the pole, She a pro
There she go
Make it clap, that's super sonic
They don't know it for sure
We get freaky on the low
So bust open (Ok, let's go)
Oh my God there she go
She don't dance but she bust it on the pole (Splash, splash, splash, splash)
Girl don't stop, show me more
And if you tired put it on auto-pilot
The way she wet, she drips, i surf
I always come correct
Put in OT cos' she worth it
My hands gon' run through her physique
Every bend, and curve
Homicidal when i hit it, put that ... dirt
And we be oozing sex appeal
Our sex is a pill
Grinding and whining because she love how good it feels
When i show up you know the drill
Have a meal
Right after dinner kick with ya then have you still
If she got a fatty (Got a fatty)
From the back (From the back)
Drive her mad, she don't know how to react
Tap into that energy fast
Tryna make these memories last
Take my hand, we could have a blast
Ahh ahh, ahh, yeah yeah yeah
Ahh ahh, ahh, yeah yeah yeah
The way she wildin'
On the pole, She a pro
There she go
Make it clap, that's super sonic
They don't know it for sure
We get freaky on the low
So bust open (Ok, let's go)
Oh my God there she go
She don't dance but she bust it on the pole (Splash, splash, splash, splash)
Girl don't stop, show me more
And if you tired put it on auto-pilot
Credits
Writer(s): Leodeen Assani
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