hot hands
Opposites attract, you know where we at
Bitches love to talk
Niggas love to cap
They do what they can
We do want we want
If you talk dirty to me,
Get my rocks off
I don't need a lot
Just pull up to the spot
Keep ya hands on me
Let's keep our eyes locked
We can talk a little
Or we can do a lot
You say you got a bucket list
Let's knock some shit off
This shit hit different
So pure yet dirty
We up late nights
Just to get up early
It's cold outside
Just stay a couple hours
Hope your folks don't mind
They know I ain't a savage
Therapy session,
Know you need it
Know you're hurting
Know you're fiending
Pray for someone who's never leaving
Bae, I got you
In every season
Do you gotta go?
It's cold outside, do you gotta go?
Let's stay a couple hours
Make hot cocoa
I'm knowing that my heart is still so cold
You keep it warm though
Opposites attract, you know where we at
Bitches love to talk
Niggas love to cap
They do what they can
We do want we want
If you talk dirty to me,
Get my rocks off
I don't need a lot
Just pull up to the spot
Keep ya hands on me
Let's keep our eyes locked
Let them bitches hate
Surrounded by the fakes
You're destined for greatness
In every step you take
Bitches love to talk
Niggas love to cap
They do what they can
We do want we want
If you talk dirty to me,
Get my rocks off
I don't need a lot
Just pull up to the spot
Keep ya hands on me
Let's keep our eyes locked
We can talk a little
Or we can do a lot
You say you got a bucket list
Let's knock some shit off
This shit hit different
So pure yet dirty
We up late nights
Just to get up early
It's cold outside
Just stay a couple hours
Hope your folks don't mind
They know I ain't a savage
Therapy session,
Know you need it
Know you're hurting
Know you're fiending
Pray for someone who's never leaving
Bae, I got you
In every season
Do you gotta go?
It's cold outside, do you gotta go?
Let's stay a couple hours
Make hot cocoa
I'm knowing that my heart is still so cold
You keep it warm though
Opposites attract, you know where we at
Bitches love to talk
Niggas love to cap
They do what they can
We do want we want
If you talk dirty to me,
Get my rocks off
I don't need a lot
Just pull up to the spot
Keep ya hands on me
Let's keep our eyes locked
Let them bitches hate
Surrounded by the fakes
You're destined for greatness
In every step you take
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Jones
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