No Stress

No stressing
No call from exes
My baby
Shawty got ass straight from Texas
Two texts in
She on FaceTime getting reckless
One sentence
She want me to drive come and get this

We gon' do what you like
You on top of my bike
No plus ones girl tonight
You all mine it's on sight
Show me how you make love
Like that top you take off
Feelin how you made up
Fucking up your make up

Don't wanna stress, wanna caress your body
Name and your number, call when you wanna get naughty
If I'm gonna pick it up, Imma lay you down shawty
Know I been waiting for you to buss it wide fore me
And imma go to work
When you feelin on my chest I'm feeling on your skirt
But keep the talkin cuz I love to flirt
When I pull it out is you gon' eat it like desert
Girl I'm giving you what you deserve
When I'm pushing on your spine tell me does it hurt
Cuz you won't feel it til the morning after the moaning but after the club

We gon' do what you like
You on top of my bike
No plus ones girl tonight
You all mine it's on sight
Show me how you make love
Like that top you take off
Feelin how you made up
Fucking up your make up

Doin something like Woosah
You tryna get naughty
Ooh girl you all on my body
You been trying hard to make the thing go pop
And girl I love the way you sucking every single drop
Then come and lie here
With the secrets that you hide put it right here
Pillow talk less give you something to confide here
You by my side but I'm really just a side
Let me put it in the right gear

We gon' do what you like
You on top of my bike
No plus ones girl tonight
You all mine it's on sight
Show me how you make love
Like that top you take off
Feelin how you made up
Fucking up your make up



Credits
Writer(s): Kuzivakwashe Chikukwa
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