We always fight but he miss me when I'm gone
Don't chase nobody else because I'm really what he want
Time to get freaky ready know what I'm on
Tell him baby boy come on
We could get it on
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
He turn me on once he put me in that mood
Change my attitude
Do what we like to do
I can't choose one so he always buy me two
Roses by the dozen five star resy for the food
He wanna link
He tryna be my stink
Wanna feel out every kink
I like the way you think
Shit be goin left but he always make it right
Blow his phone up soon as I'm done wildin tonight
Tell him be on time cause when I see him it's on sight
Pop that perky pill cause we rockin it all night
We always fight but he miss me when I'm gone
Don't chase nobody else because I'm really what he want
Time to get freaky ready know what I'm on
Tell him baby boy come on
We could get it on
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
Stay between the sheets
I still see him every week
He ain't my lil secret
But it's better when we sneak
Bring him round my friends case a nigga try to cheat
They gone tell me if he creep
Send him right back to the streets
He know wassup
Nigga better not f*ck this up
He be trickin fly me out ain't even give it up
When I back my money out he be like pay for what?
That shit turn him on now he wanna rump in the truck
Hatin' on our shit but we stay the trending topic
On vacation in the winter busy it open in the tropics
Bitches happy on the gram in reality it's not it
Hold my nigga down
They wont understand cause they don't got it
We always fight but he miss me when I'm gone
Don't chase nobody else because I'm really what he want
Time to get freaky ready know what I'm on
Tell him baby boy come on
We could get it on
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
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We always fight but he miss me when I'm gone
Don't chase nobody else because I'm really what he want
Time to get freaky ready know what I'm on
Tell him baby boy come on
We could get it on
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
He turn me on once he put me in that mood
Change my attitude
Do what we like to do
I can't choose one so he always buy me two
Roses by the dozen five star resy for the food
He wanna link
He tryna be my stink
Wanna feel out every kink
I like the way you think
Shit be goin left but he always make it right
Blow his phone up soon as I'm done wildin tonight
Tell him be on time cause when I see him it's on sight
Pop that perky pill cause we rockin it all night
We always fight but he miss me when I'm gone
Don't chase nobody else because I'm really what he want
Time to get freaky ready know what I'm on
Tell him baby boy come on
We could get it on
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
Stay between the sheets
I still see him every week
He ain't my lil secret
But it's better when we sneak
Bring him round my friends case a nigga try to cheat
They gone tell me if he creep
Send him right back to the streets
He know wassup
Nigga better not f*ck this up
He be trickin fly me out ain't even give it up
When I back my money out he be like pay for what?
That shit turn him on now he wanna rump in the truck
Hatin' on our shit but we stay the trending topic
On vacation in the winter busy it open in the tropics
Bitches happy on the gram in reality it's not it
Hold my nigga down
They wont understand cause they don't got it
We always fight but he miss me when I'm gone
Don't chase nobody else because I'm really what he want
Time to get freaky ready know what I'm on
Tell him baby boy come on
We could get it on
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
Don't chase nobody else because I'm really what he want
Time to get freaky ready know what I'm on
Tell him baby boy come on
We could get it on
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
He turn me on once he put me in that mood
Change my attitude
Do what we like to do
I can't choose one so he always buy me two
Roses by the dozen five star resy for the food
He wanna link
He tryna be my stink
Wanna feel out every kink
I like the way you think
Shit be goin left but he always make it right
Blow his phone up soon as I'm done wildin tonight
Tell him be on time cause when I see him it's on sight
Pop that perky pill cause we rockin it all night
We always fight but he miss me when I'm gone
Don't chase nobody else because I'm really what he want
Time to get freaky ready know what I'm on
Tell him baby boy come on
We could get it on
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
Stay between the sheets
I still see him every week
He ain't my lil secret
But it's better when we sneak
Bring him round my friends case a nigga try to cheat
They gone tell me if he creep
Send him right back to the streets
He know wassup
Nigga better not f*ck this up
He be trickin fly me out ain't even give it up
When I back my money out he be like pay for what?
That shit turn him on now he wanna rump in the truck
Hatin' on our shit but we stay the trending topic
On vacation in the winter busy it open in the tropics
Bitches happy on the gram in reality it's not it
Hold my nigga down
They wont understand cause they don't got it
We always fight but he miss me when I'm gone
Don't chase nobody else because I'm really what he want
Time to get freaky ready know what I'm on
Tell him baby boy come on
We could get it on
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
We could really get it
On and on and on
On and on and on
Writer: Kiarra Jordan
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