Letra

Can I fuck you in the daytime, daytime? Even though that pussy isn't mine Know your man, get off at nine Girl, let's hurry up and make this right Sweet, sweet peach Know you wanna keep this thing discreet Hear you calling through the streets Oh, that pussy's calling me Sneak, sneak, oh, let's sneak Sneak, oh, let's sneak, sneak, oh, let's Sneak, sneak, oh, let's sneak Sneak, oh, let's sneak, sneak, oh, let's Warm and gushy, always feeling right She like rich niggas, I'm her type Bored at the crib, she tryna pipe Bored at the crib, she tryna pipe Always down for an afternoon delight But I can never crash and spend the night Save my number as one of your girls I know your niggas is too insecure You're way too fine for this big city It ain't his fault and it really ain't yours So let's fuck on this furniture like it is yours Supposed to be locked, but I'm opening doors Can I fuck you in the daytime, daytime? Even though that pussy isn't mine Know your man, get off at nine Girl, let's hurry up and make this right Sweet, sweet peach Know you wanna keep this thing discreet Hear you calling through the streets Oh, that pussy's calling me Sneak, sneak, oh, let's sneak (sneak) Sneak, oh, let's sneak, sneak, oh, let's Sneak, sneak, oh, let's sneak Sneak, oh, let's sneak, sneak, oh, let's Sneak, sneak, oh, let's sneak Sneak, oh, let's sneak, sneak, oh, let's Sneak, sneak, oh, let's sneak Sneak, oh, let's sneak, sneak, oh, let's Oh, that pussy's calling me, yeah Sneak
Writer(s): Leon Thomas, Milos Angelov, Eric Marquise Dugar, Scotty L. Coleman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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