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Said he callin' from Atlanta, say he miss me Well, well, well Guess he better send that private out to get me Expect this to be a long cold winter You fuckin' with a stone cold sinner Fuckin' with me, you got no regrets Fuckin' on me, know I do it best Fuckin' on you, only want the neck I know how it goes Say he fall in love every time he kiss me Well, well, well And you always right on time, that's what gets me (gets me) Am I ever on your mind when you not with me? (With me) Maybe you and I should start a family What you sayin'? Follow through Baby, take the lead, show me what to do I'm intrigued, everything 'bout your demeanor How I'm comin' crazy, but I'm never leavin' Said he callin' from Atlanta, say he miss me Well, well, well Guess he better send that private out to get me Expect this to be a long cold winter You fuckin' with a stone cold sinner Fuckin' with me, you got no regrets Fuckin' on me, know I do it best Fuckin' on you, only want the neck I know how it goes, I ain't impressed Baby, I've seen this before I assumed you wanted more You just wanna up the score Know that you know there's more tonight Said that you a freak, tell me, is it true? Wanna see the receipts, baby, can you follow through? Take me up out these jeans, won't you fuck me in a booth? Say you a P, baby, let me see the proof Said he callin' from Atlanta, say he miss me (well, well) Well, well, well Guess he better send that private out to get me (yeah) Expect this to be a long cold winter (yeah) You fuckin' with a stone cold sinner (oh, oh) Fuckin' with me, you got no regrets (with me) Fuckin' on me, know I do it best (I do it best) Fuckin' on you, only want the neck I know how it goes, I ain't impressed (I ain't impressed) Said he callin' from Atlanta, say he miss me Well, well, well
Writer(s): Isaac Earl Bynum, Destiny Latrice Bailey, Rickie Carley, Mark Buckles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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