Sauna
Heat's rising
Steam hella hazed
Sweat on yo body
Skin hella glazed
Legs, hips, and thighs
Gon' make a nigga faint
Looking like a goddess
Shower you the finer things
Fantasize for hours
Bout you and me
Fucking in a sauna
Worship you in every way
Full bod' massaging
Anything to make you pleased
If I'm being honest
Just tell me all your desires
What you feen
I got it right now
Just tell me all your desires
Anything you want
It's all yours
Anything you want
It's yours
Girl, it's yours
Everything you want
And more
Bussed down with
Ice and rocks galore
And shop in all designer stores
Girl, it's yours
Only yours
Ain't giving shit
To no one else
It drives me crazy
When you buss it
It makes me go harder
When you cummin' yeah
Girl, you get like a damsel in distress
When I put those kisses
On your neck
Know your body so well
Like I possessed it
She like, "Damn, why you acting so possessive"
I'm like, " Nah, not possessive, more obsessive"
Cause a nigga ain't gon
Play about this blessing
And you know that I
Gotta come correct
And any nigga cause a problem
I got the answer
Cause I'll really come through wit it
She started acting confused like
"Come through with what"
Like she don't know that
I'd do anything that she want
Touch her right
At anywhere she want
At any place and anytime
Massage her down her spine
Get her anything that she like
And if I can't, I would still try
It's something bout her
To where I gotta make her mine
But she love to
Keep fucking playing with me
She better recognize
I'm tryna put it down right
Fantasize for hours
Bout you and me
Fucking in a sauna
Worship you in every way
Full bod' massaging
Anything to make you pleased
If I'm being honest
Just tell me all your desires
What you feen
I got it right now
Just tell me all your desires
Anything you want
It's all yours
Tsk, girl where the real men at these days?
They be wanting us to submit
But yet, they can't lead
They be texting me at 2 a.m.
Asking me to chill
Like, what happened to dinner?
What happened to opening my door for me?
I need me a real man
Girl, I don't need a lil' boy
I need a man that's gonna worship his woman
And tell it like it is
You know, I need me a man
That's gonna take me to church on Sundays
And give me flowers on Wednesdays
I just want a man that's consistent, girl
Where they at though?
Um, excuse me
Let me help you with that
Steam hella hazed
Sweat on yo body
Skin hella glazed
Legs, hips, and thighs
Gon' make a nigga faint
Looking like a goddess
Shower you the finer things
Fantasize for hours
Bout you and me
Fucking in a sauna
Worship you in every way
Full bod' massaging
Anything to make you pleased
If I'm being honest
Just tell me all your desires
What you feen
I got it right now
Just tell me all your desires
Anything you want
It's all yours
Anything you want
It's yours
Girl, it's yours
Everything you want
And more
Bussed down with
Ice and rocks galore
And shop in all designer stores
Girl, it's yours
Only yours
Ain't giving shit
To no one else
It drives me crazy
When you buss it
It makes me go harder
When you cummin' yeah
Girl, you get like a damsel in distress
When I put those kisses
On your neck
Know your body so well
Like I possessed it
She like, "Damn, why you acting so possessive"
I'm like, " Nah, not possessive, more obsessive"
Cause a nigga ain't gon
Play about this blessing
And you know that I
Gotta come correct
And any nigga cause a problem
I got the answer
Cause I'll really come through wit it
She started acting confused like
"Come through with what"
Like she don't know that
I'd do anything that she want
Touch her right
At anywhere she want
At any place and anytime
Massage her down her spine
Get her anything that she like
And if I can't, I would still try
It's something bout her
To where I gotta make her mine
But she love to
Keep fucking playing with me
She better recognize
I'm tryna put it down right
Fantasize for hours
Bout you and me
Fucking in a sauna
Worship you in every way
Full bod' massaging
Anything to make you pleased
If I'm being honest
Just tell me all your desires
What you feen
I got it right now
Just tell me all your desires
Anything you want
It's all yours
Tsk, girl where the real men at these days?
They be wanting us to submit
But yet, they can't lead
They be texting me at 2 a.m.
Asking me to chill
Like, what happened to dinner?
What happened to opening my door for me?
I need me a real man
Girl, I don't need a lil' boy
I need a man that's gonna worship his woman
And tell it like it is
You know, I need me a man
That's gonna take me to church on Sundays
And give me flowers on Wednesdays
I just want a man that's consistent, girl
Where they at though?
Um, excuse me
Let me help you with that
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Writer(s): Damien Henry
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