Bonjour (feat. Summer Walker)

NO1 Noah

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    Pussy in my face, and I can't get tired
    Work real hard, baby, can't retire
    Smokin', bumpin', burnin' ties
    Working till the done, I cannot retire
    Fuck you till the dawn, I cannot get tired
    I'ma let you go on and ride it
    Put you on your back, you stick it right in
    Keep on goin', baby, you got it
    For a second, I was just in heaven
    All I need's like 10-30/ten-thirty minutes, let me stay up in it
    I'ma put one in you right now, then I lay up in it
    Plan b's no plan b, no joke
    Girl, 'cause I'm not kiddin'
    If you with it, I'm with it (yeah)
    Touchin' you in the kitchen (yeah)
    Busy, washin' dishes
    I'll be in your room, just come through (I'll be in your room)
    When you're finished
    Buyin' you them bottles of them onе, like it's Christmas
    I can't even liе, I'm intrigued by your intentions

    She just wanna fuck me and leave
    So she can tell her friends she don't need me
    She don't wanna be too needy
    She don't fall in love that easy
    Pockets full, them thighs is greasy
    Lookin' like them drum pieces
    She's a ten, can't beneath it, if I get addicted, I cannot leave it
    Fuckin' in the morning, the night and the evening
    I don't get tired, I make it look easy
    Everything public, but it feels like we creepin'
    And I'm so high that it looks like I'm sleepin' now

    And we take a flight where the people like to say: Bonjour
    I just need your birthday and your full name, baby girl, don't say no more
    Put you on a flight, baby girl
    We been textin' for a while, but I cannot play no more (oh, oh)
    All the textin' we then done, we done said so much, I don't know what to say no more (oh, oh, oh)
    I just wanna do the foreplay by four
    Make you feel things that you can't ignore
    You gon' want that shit by eight, I'm sure
    I'ma make sure that you wait for more

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    Wait for more
    Wait for more, woah, ooh-woah, oh-oh
    Wait for more
    And I'll be callin' you, woah, oh

    Ain't shit left to talk about, baby, I'm
    Anxious, now
    Why would you keep me waitin'?
    Jill Scott, it's gettin' late and
    It's pourin', it's stormin' and rainin'
    You know that I am not playin'
    Pussy precipitation
    Oh, oh, ah, ah
    Baby, give me one more second, yeah
    You'll be like: One more minute, oh
    Hard for you to talk while in it, oh
    Hard for you to, shh, ah, breathe (yeah)
    I know that I make it hard for a nigga to think (I know that I make it hard for a nigga to think)
    Oh

    And we take a flight where the people like to say: Bonjour (oh, ooh-woah, oh-oh)
    I just need your birthday and your full name, baby girl, don't say no more (oh, oh)
    Put you on a flight, baby girl
    We been textin' for a while, but I cannot play no more (oh, oh)
    All the textin' we then done, we done said so much, I don't know what to say no more (oh, oh, oh)
    I just wanna do the foreplay by four
    Make you feel things that you can't ignore
    You gon' want that shit by eight, I'm sure
    I'ma make sure that you wake for more

    I want you to want it
    I want you to need it
    I want you to say that you can't go without it
    That you'll never leave it

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