I think he knows

When I play with him like that

When I say it to him like that

Have my way with him like that.

I think he knows

When I play with him like that

When I say it to him like that

That he's coming right back.

She's a provocateur

Dancefloor connoisseur

Shit week so friday for sure

Tell the girls we're taking a detour.

Give him hell, yeah...

Give these boys hell, yeah...

She does it well, ah yeah...

I do it myself, ah yeah...

Cigarette, candy necklace on my hips

Butterfly that's on my wrist

Put your hands on me like this

Major glow, head to toe

Pt, she's glossy

Give him one kiss, just softly

Tease him and get him off me.

I think he knows

When I play with him like that

When I say it to him like that

Have my way with him like that.

I think he knows

When I play with him like that

When I say it to him like that

That he's coming right back.

He dripping down on my bustier

Like ice cream while ashanti playing in the amg

Let it rain on me

He fucking up my headboard

So I'm on my knees like dear lord

Please pray for me

Save the grace for me

Say boy

Whata-what you want

I give you that uh- that uh- that uh...

Brrr, baow

Shoot in my mouth

Shoot in my shit like uh and one

Ah yeee ah yeah (okay)

On the real imma take his soul (alright)

Imma take him from his hoesh (okay)

On the real I think he knows.

I think he knows

When I play with him like that

I think he knows

When I say it to him like that.

He's wrapped around my pinky finger

Watching the way I move

More drunk on power than on liquor

And he knows it's true.

When I play with him like that

When I play with him like that

When I play with him like that

Play with him like that

That he's coming right back.