REAL BAD

You can tell by the way that I call out your name Girl I need you babe 'Cuz I've dreamt of this moment all night and day Magic in the air that you breathing can I hear you moan in the morning Soon as you wake up baby I'm on it Ouu this ya song Down for a minute It's been too long Workin with them bitches done pissed you off Babygirl just hit me when you get home 'Cuz I been tryna fill a new position Interview only about 30 minutes You can trust my hand because I'm sturdy wit it Ima be the reason that you curve these niggas girl I know you know I'm On you real bad I think we both can feel that No point tryn conceal that I'm on On you real, bad Real, bad, bad I'm on you real bad Touch me with ya finger tips Backwood in between yo lips And I pearled it the way that I'm finna lick on you Taste ya box of Krispy Kream Fuck until we start lucid dreamin Lord knows I just need a piece I won't hold you I'm on you like real real Bad Talkin how I like it as you slidin out ya robe girl you know Oh this shit been way over due Told you I ain't playin with you Fold you different ways in this room I'm just tryna state what I'm on Baby can you take all my love Arch ya back & open up Park it in ya soul 'cuz you Fucking with a nigga that can love you rachet Lovin the submission fucking up this mattress Body on you no clothes all passion Birthday suit skin gold high fashion Lovin the way ya body making sounds Running away I gotta hold it down I'ma blow ya back out Lovin on you right you look behind and catch ya breath cuz I'm Off that hunnit proof We know just what we do You ain't you when you sippin Dusse loosen ya lips when She say empty the clip in We can't just put the tip in no I'm pretty sure you know how I get You just wanna get it off in my bed Baby why can't we stop the nonsense and Fuck the whole night out You feel the vibes babygirl just stop it Cool through the night kept it thurl and poppin Ouu girl it's time to get outta pocket Girl you know that I'm On you real bad I think we both can feel that No point tryn conceal that I'm on On you real, bad Real, bad, bad I'm on you real bad Touch me with ya finger tips Backwood in between yo lips And I pearled it the way that I'm finna lick on you Taste ya box of Krispy Kream Fuck until we start lucid dreamin Lord knows I just need a piece I won't hold you I'm on you like real real Bad