It's that, it's that
One eight hundred oh
Yeah yeah
Oh yeah
You text my phone you feeling kinky
We don't want these pictures leakin yeah
Bedroom I'll be your DJ
We can put this sex on replay
Baby girl don't be pretendin
Don't think about it girl just send it yeah
Put it on replay
Replay, replay yeah yeah yeah
Know a couple bitches wanna cater to me
I'm a jiggy nigga feel like Don Juan
If you really bout it come get faded with me
I got party favors tell me what you want
If you really tryna see just how I'm living
Won't you c'mon with me to the graveyard
Oh yeah
Only thing on my mind I shoulda treated you better
Now it's three a.m. you got me writing love letters
You ran off on my dog, love is so Cruella
Always say it's my fault I shoulda handled it better
But yeah
When I'm all alone in my thoughts
When I'm sitting home in the dark
I know the reasons you call me yeah
You text my phone you feeling kinky
We don't want these pictures leakin yeah
Bedroom I'll be your DJ
We can put this sex on replay
Baby girl don't be pretendin
Don't think about it girl just send it yeah
Put it on replay
Replay, replay yeah yeah yeah
I just move too fast
Girl the room keeps spinning
And the roof might crash
Yeah the rumors write back
Just assume the position baby
Send it right back
It's not a setup like that
Find ya center we can meet up
Somewhere sunny with ya feet up
Dudes bummy you don't need him
Need ya money and ya freedom
Nose runnin' like a cheetah
Toes touchin' never feed em
There's always something up
She like to get it rough
That's just what I need from ya
I wanna see the stuff
I wanna eat you up
I wanna fill you up like we runnin' on E my love
And I'll be speedin' a buck-fifty till I'm seeing ya
You know the game
Baby it's getting late look
You text my phone you feeling kinky
We don't want these pictures leakin yeah
Bedroom I'll be your DJ
We can put this sex on replay
Baby girl don't be pretendin
Don't think about it girl just send it yeah
Put it on replay
Replay, replay yeah yeah yeah
Woah
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It's that, it's that
One eight hundred oh
Yeah yeah
Oh yeah
You text my phone you feeling kinky
We don't want these pictures leakin yeah
Bedroom I'll be your DJ
We can put this sex on replay
Baby girl don't be pretendin
Don't think about it girl just send it yeah
Put it on replay
Replay, replay yeah yeah yeah
Know a couple bitches wanna cater to me
I'm a jiggy nigga feel like Don Juan
If you really bout it come get faded with me
I got party favors tell me what you want
If you really tryna see just how I'm living
Won't you c'mon with me to the graveyard
Oh yeah
Only thing on my mind I shoulda treated you better
Now it's three a.m. you got me writing love letters
You ran off on my dog, love is so Cruella
Always say it's my fault I shoulda handled it better
But yeah
When I'm all alone in my thoughts
When I'm sitting home in the dark
I know the reasons you call me yeah
You text my phone you feeling kinky
We don't want these pictures leakin yeah
Bedroom I'll be your DJ
We can put this sex on replay
Baby girl don't be pretendin
Don't think about it girl just send it yeah
Put it on replay
Replay, replay yeah yeah yeah
I just move too fast
Girl the room keeps spinning
And the roof might crash
Yeah the rumors write back
Just assume the position baby
Send it right back
It's not a setup like that
Find ya center we can meet up
Somewhere sunny with ya feet up
Dudes bummy you don't need him
Need ya money and ya freedom
Nose runnin' like a cheetah
Toes touchin' never feed em
There's always something up
She like to get it rough
That's just what I need from ya
I wanna see the stuff
I wanna eat you up
I wanna fill you up like we runnin' on E my love
And I'll be speedin' a buck-fifty till I'm seeing ya
You know the game
Baby it's getting late look
You text my phone you feeling kinky
We don't want these pictures leakin yeah
Bedroom I'll be your DJ
We can put this sex on replay
Baby girl don't be pretendin
Don't think about it girl just send it yeah
Put it on replay
Replay, replay yeah yeah yeah
Woah
One eight hundred oh
Yeah yeah
Oh yeah
You text my phone you feeling kinky
We don't want these pictures leakin yeah
Bedroom I'll be your DJ
We can put this sex on replay
Baby girl don't be pretendin
Don't think about it girl just send it yeah
Put it on replay
Replay, replay yeah yeah yeah
Know a couple bitches wanna cater to me
I'm a jiggy nigga feel like Don Juan
If you really bout it come get faded with me
I got party favors tell me what you want
If you really tryna see just how I'm living
Won't you c'mon with me to the graveyard
Oh yeah
Only thing on my mind I shoulda treated you better
Now it's three a.m. you got me writing love letters
You ran off on my dog, love is so Cruella
Always say it's my fault I shoulda handled it better
But yeah
When I'm all alone in my thoughts
When I'm sitting home in the dark
I know the reasons you call me yeah
You text my phone you feeling kinky
We don't want these pictures leakin yeah
Bedroom I'll be your DJ
We can put this sex on replay
Baby girl don't be pretendin
Don't think about it girl just send it yeah
Put it on replay
Replay, replay yeah yeah yeah
I just move too fast
Girl the room keeps spinning
And the roof might crash
Yeah the rumors write back
Just assume the position baby
Send it right back
It's not a setup like that
Find ya center we can meet up
Somewhere sunny with ya feet up
Dudes bummy you don't need him
Need ya money and ya freedom
Nose runnin' like a cheetah
Toes touchin' never feed em
There's always something up
She like to get it rough
That's just what I need from ya
I wanna see the stuff
I wanna eat you up
I wanna fill you up like we runnin' on E my love
And I'll be speedin' a buck-fifty till I'm seeing ya
You know the game
Baby it's getting late look
You text my phone you feeling kinky
We don't want these pictures leakin yeah
Bedroom I'll be your DJ
We can put this sex on replay
Baby girl don't be pretendin
Don't think about it girl just send it yeah
Put it on replay
Replay, replay yeah yeah yeah
Woah
Writer: Bryce Eckwall
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