(I might)
He like, “Sexyy, where you at? Come and put it on me”
I know I got the wettest coochie, my shit’s macaroni
C-Call him when I’m bored ’cause a bad bitch get lonely
I need a nigga that keep it real ’cause my last nigga was phony (Loser)
That’s my lil’ partner, yeah, that’s my lil’ boo (Gang, gang)
We be boolin’, we be jammin’, me and him, we hella cool (On God)
You got a bitch, I got a nigga, but, we gon’ stick to the rules
And, don’t ever think shit sweet, ’cause my nigga keep that tool
But, I might call that phone when my nigga actin’ up
I might send you the location and let you pull up
I might—, you just better not tеll my baby daddy
I might—, ’cause he gon’ leavе you leakin’ in a alley
I might hit you with that, “Where you at?”
I might kiss it in a Cadilac
I might, might just keep it comin’ every weekend
Might just get you kickin’, I
Hit you with that, “You up?” text
I might give you, like, the greatest sex (What’s up?)
I might just keep it comin’ every weekend
I pull up when you need it (Sexyy)
I might
I ain’t never felt like this before
He do whatever I want, he got me real spoiled (That’s my nigga)
Fresh out the shower, rub my body down with oil
After we fuck, I always tell him, “Give me more” (Yeah, yeah)
Lingerie got me lookin’ cute, come and take these panties off (Ugh, ugh)
Chanel perfume, and you know I got my wig done (Sexyy)
I don’t give a fuck what time it is, nigga, pick up that phone
Put a hit on him, now, the nigga swear I did him wrong
But, I might call that phone when my nigga actin’ up
I might send you the location and let you pull up
I might—, you just better not tell my baby daddy
I might—, ’cause he gon’ leave you leakin’ in a alley
I might hit you with that, “Where you at?”
I might kiss it in a Cadilac
I might, might just keep it comin’ every weekend (Oh)
Might just get you kickin’, I
Hit you with that, “You up?” text
I might give you, like, the greatest sex
I might just keep it comin’ every weekend
I pull up when you need it
I might
I might cut you out, sayin’ things I don’t mean
Then, come around, and come and put that thing on me
Then hit your phone when I know you’re lonely (Oh, give me whatever you need)
What you creepin’ for? Baby, I’ma keep it fed
I’ma make-your-neckless into my legs
You know what it’s givin’, what it’s givin’ when the mood right
But, maybe on the late-night
I might hit you with that, “Where you at?”
I might kiss it in a Cadilac
I might, might just keep it comin’ every weekend (Oh)
Might just get you kickin’, I
Hit you with that, “You up?” text
I might give you, like, the greatest sex
I might, might just keep it comin’ every weekend
I pull up when you need it
I might
But, I might call that phone when my nigga actin’ up
I might send you the location and let you pull up
I might—, you just better not tell my baby daddy
I might—, ’cause he gon’ leave you leakin’ in a alley (Sexyy)
