Saint Frm LA - Come Over Lyrics

I think that I like you
We've been at it way too long
Your name always in my phone
This ain't something that I'm used to
I don't even like having these phone conversations
I'd rather see you in person baby no hesitation
But you don't, you don't tell me come over
And when I tell you to something always comes up
(Out of no where)
Take my time, I can take my time
But you better have it ready

Top notch shorty know you got it waiting for me, yea
Fresh up out the oven so it's baking baking, yea
Ain't gotta tell nobody it can be our little secret, yea
Been too long since seeing you been waiting waiting, yea

I need instant replay
To see that ass go one more time
You're not free on weekdays
That's okay, I'll wait, that's fine
Oh no
But you better have it ready
Ah yea
Tell me what your friends say
They'll lie cause they're bitter inside
She hit me up yesterday
That's not your homegirl, that's mine
Oh no
And she said she has it ready

Just tell me come over and I will, yea yea yea
(That's my mood, that's my mood)
We can do it all or we can chill, yea yea yea
(That's my mood, that's my mood)
I ain't ever been the one to rush
(That's my mood, that's my that's my)
Now you talking big shit gotta hush that
(That's my mood, that's my mood)
Talk dirty to you then you do it right back
(That's my mood, that's my mood)
Just tell me when you're ready I'm about that
(That's my mood, that's my mood)
You saying that you want it are you 'bout that
(That's my, that's my, that's my, that's my)