r.i.p.

Is you gonna be the one to come home with me
Yeah
You know imma lay it down baby r.i.p.
Yeah
No I ain't usually the type to do repeats
But I want ya
So baby don't go playing games with me
Yeah

We do it one or two or three times
Run it back slow motion gotta rewind
Muscle memory like I can read minds
I'm reading yours so I need you to read mine
Can you do it how I like it
Like it
Cuz it's five or six girls that want you to fuck it up
So they can be next in line yeah
Swear imma fly you cross the map for that ass
Back it up on me that pussy so divine yeah
And spending time with you feels timeless
I hit it right yeah I feel righteous
But baby I gotta know

Is you gonna be the one to come home with me
Is you gonna be the one girl
You know imma lay it down baby r.i.p.
You know imma lay it down down down
No I ain't usually the type to do repeats
But I want ya
So baby don't go playing games with me
Yeah

All I need is one time baby just one time
Let me take that body out for a test drive
Ooh I'll hit you with my best strokes no lie
Just promise me that you'll be bringing out your freaky side
I can give you just what you need girl
I've got experience
While they was out there beating their meat like Hancock
I was pulling bitches like Hitch
Red wine dim lights and them slow jams
Let's fill this night with this romance
Come here girl
Let me take a dive
In your ocean

Is you gonna be the one to come home with me
I've got to know baby yeah
You know imma lay it down baby r.i.p.
Yeah
No I ain't usually the type to do repeats
But I want ya
So baby don't go playing games with me
I ain't playing games with you baby I want you for real



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Exum, Ian Gregory, Tristan Guzman, Caleb Sutton, Mitchell Cohen, Joshua Sharpe
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