Lyrics

Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby At midnight Can I Call you To fuck on? (Oh, to) From sundown 'Til it come up Can you be somethin' To fuck on? (Fuck on) Don't know what your plans is (no) I could give a fuck 'bout what your plans is (no) If I hit your line, would you answer? Whoever it is, you better cancel I was thinkin' maybe you can fall through (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) So I can put this pussy on you You know that shit good for the both of us No, ooh, ooh Wet my dreams tonight All that shit you've been talking, give it to me Oh (oh), I'm tight (I'm tight) At midnight Can I Call you To fuck on? (Fuck on) From sundown 'Til it come up Can you be somethin' To fuck on? (Fucked up) Beep, beep, beep, beep (beep) Fold you over like the front seat, seat, seat (seat) Let you show me what that head talk hit like See if you can fit the whole thing inside All this talkin' when I know we should fuckin' (oh) All this temptation, if I'm nothin' (oh) I'ma make some pussy whisper when you comin', oh (yeah) Wet dreams (let dreams), let fly (let fly) All that shit you've been talking, time to back it up tonight (back it up tonight) Ooh, at midnight (at midnight) Can I (can I) Call you? (call you?) To fuck on (fuck on you) From sundown (oh) 'Til it come up (oh, yeah, yeah, woah, woah) Can you be somethin' To fuck on? Yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa) Girl, girl (whoa, whoa) Yeah (whoa, whoa) Yeah (Wet dreams, oh) yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa) Yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa) (Yeah) oh yeah (whoa, whoa) Yeah Fuck on you, yeah (whoa, whoa) Girl, girl (whoa, whoa) Yeah (whoa, whoa) Yeah (Wet dreams, oh) yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa) Yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa) Yeah (whoa, whoa) Yeah
Writer(s): Amber Streeter, Tyler Jeffery Rohn, Jeremy Felton, Andre Robertson, Andrew Neely Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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