Lyrics

Night out and you looking all freaky with it Black jeans black shirt no Hickies with it I got options in the club but I'm Picky with it, yeah I'm picky with it. You stole my heart like a criminal, it runs more deal in the visual I can tell that you're feeling me, Maybe we should live a little. First night we slept on the mattress, Put my hand on your leg and you smacked it I guess you were afraid to be passionate But now I know you get down like Kardashian, yeah Does your mama know when she locks The door, you're sneaking out at night Does your mama know when you're with the girls it's really you and I Does your mama know when we kill The lights good guys are not your type Does your mama know when you strike a pose you ain't too camera shy You ain't too camera shy Top down in the car when I'm riding wich'ya Hair in the wind kinda like I'm flying wich'ya Yeah I can put the miles on ya, and I can put the smiles on ya Got my chicka in the tub and we swimming with it Na na na na now let's get jiggy with it Call me daddy cuz I'm so diddy with it, yeah I'm so diddy with it First night we slept on the mattress, Put my hand on your leg and you smacked it I guess you were afraid to be passionate But now I know you get down like Kardashian, yeah Does your mama know when she locks The door, you're sneaking out at night Does your mama know when you're with the girls it's really you and I Does your mama know when we kill The lights good guys are not your type Does your mama know when you strike a pose you ain't too camera shy You ain't too camera shy You ain't too camera shy I know things about you, it's a bit of a pill to swallow But there's nothing about you that'll keep me from you tomorrow I know things about you, it's a bit of a pill to swallow But there's nothing about you that'll keep me from you tomorrow Does your mama know when you strike a pose you ain't too camera shy You ain't too camera shy Does your mama know when she locks The door, you're sneaking out at night Does your mama know when you're with the girls it's really you and I Does your mama know when we kill The lights good guys are not your type Does your mama know when you strike a pose you ain't too camera shy
Writer(s): Joseph Rosiji-griffith, David Keiffer Johnston, Mark Dohner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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