Видео
Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Sexyy Red
Вокал
Summer Walker
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Samuel Roman Elliot
Автор песен
Phil Phever
Автор песен
Kiddo A.I.
Автор песен
Jacob Kasher Hindlin
Автор песен
Nija Aisha-Alayja Charles
Автор песен
Benjamin Dyer Diehl
Автор песен
Janae Wherry
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Sexyy Red
Исполнительный продюсер
Chris Athens
Мастеринг-инженер
Mira Demirkan
Творческий директор
Rebel Music
Исполнительный продюсер
David "Dos Dias" Bishop
Миксинг-инженер
Eddie Hernandez
Миксинг-инженер
Jaron Bozman
Инженер звукозаписи
Phil Phever
Продюсер
Ben Billions
Продюсер
J-Kash
Продюсер
Слова
[Intro]
Sexyy
I might
[Verse 1]
He like, "Sexyy, where you at? Come and put it on me"
I know I got the wettest coochie, my shit's macaroni
C-c-call him when I'm bored 'cause a bad bitch get lonely
I need a **** that keep it real 'cause my last **** 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 ****, but, we gon' stick to the rules
And, don't ever think shit sweet, 'cause my **** keep that tool
[Chorus]
But, I might call that phone when my **** 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
[Refrain]
I might hit you with that, "Where you at?"
I might kiss it in a Cadillac
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, might just keep it comin' every weekend
I pull up when you need it (Sexyy)
I might
[Verse 2]
I ain't never felt like this before
He do whatever I want, he got me real spoiled (That's my ****)
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 (Uh, uh)
Chanel perfume, and you know I got my wig done (Sexyy)
I don't give a fuck what time it is, ****, pick up that phone
Pulled a him on him, now, the **** swear I did him wrong
[Chorus]
But, I might call that phone when my **** 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
[Refrain]
I might hit you with that, "Where you at?"
I might kiss it in a Cadillac
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
I might, might just keep it comin' every weekend
I pull up when you need it
I might
[Verse 3]
I might cut you out, sayin' things I don't mean
Then turn around, and come and put it on me
Then hit your phone when I know you're lonely
Oh, give me what I 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
[Refrain]
I might hit you with that, "Where you at?"
I might kiss it in a Cadillac
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
I might, might just keep it comin' every weekend
I pull up when you need it
I might
[Chorus]
But, I might call that phone when my **** 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)
Written by: Amanda Renee Ibanez, Benjamin Dyer Diehl, Jacob Kasher Hindlin, Janae Wherry, Kiddo A.I., Nija Aisha-Alayja Charles, Phil Phever, Sam Roman, Samuel Roman Elliot