Lyrics

Eight days of the week Talk to me, don't sleep I'm tryna get deep I'll keep it a secret Touch all on me Blasted off the suite Do it so sweet Eight days of the week Talk to me, don't sleep I'm tryna get deep I'll keep it a secret Touch all on me Blasted off the suite Do it so sweet I'm talking about it slow No rushing, you never know I'm doing what they don't know You fucking 'round with a pro I'm hugging against the curls I'm driving down her again She wet, she making me swirl She making it hurricane Apart from all the rest I don't wanna be friends Baby take my hands I won't do you like him All the time we spend Girl, why would I pretend Don't want it to end, oh baby Eight days of the week Talk to me, don't sleep I'm tryna get deep I'll keep it a secret Touch all on me Blasted off the suite Do it so sweet Eight days of the week Talk to me, don't sleep I'm tryna get deep I'll keep it a secret Touch all on me Blasted off the suite Do it so sweet Gazing out of my windowsill Thinking does she love me or hate me still I ain't even drunk, still caught them feels Bad ass bitch, got options still Mix LV with YSL Rain on me like a Navy SEAL Careful shawty, them things is real Can't sleep on them, we ain't got no deal Can't sleep on them, we ain't got no deal Shawty pop that pussy, don't pop no pills She got a bald ass n-, look like Dr. Phil And that's why, ooh, baby, if I lose you, then I lose it all Loving you through seasons, oh, be on-
Writer(s): Che Ecru Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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