Uh, uh, uh
Radio killer
Beat that shit up like gorilla
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
And my body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
And I will love
I will love
I will love
I will love
The way we f*ck
When we f*ck
How we f*ck
Girl, you make me forget about ex-girlfriends
And I'm gon' make you forget about ex-boyfriends too
I'ma send a picture of your pussy to my ex's DM
And you gon' send a picture of my pussy to your ex's DM
We both know it's comin', niggas be hatin' when you're not next to them
Contemplatin' when you're not next to them
Ooh, so jump down in my comments, tell me how you really feelin'
All that talkin' ain't gon' change shit but my mothaf*ckin' filter
All that f*ck shit make me hard, more just make her wet
Then we f*ck 'til we f*ckin' forget
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
And my body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
And I will love
I will love
I will love
I will love
The way we f*ck
When we f*ck
How we f*ck
Girl, you so real, we shouldn't even play pretend
Dress up, then I mess up every inch of you (Boo)
Clean it up like maid (Maid), right here on the kitchen counter
M.I.A. (A), we both missing in Atlanta
She throw on Versace, I'm like, "Girl, you got me"
And we halfway out the door
One, two, three, ready, go
We back in the bed, how do I say it? Vámonos
Girl, you make me forget about ex-girlfriends
And I'm gon' make you forget about ex-boyfriends too
I'ma send a picture of your pussy to my ex's DM
And you gon' send a picture of my pussy to your ex's DM
We both know it's comin', niggas be hatin' when you're not next to them
Contemplatin' when you're not next to them
Ooh, so jump down in my comments, tell me how you really feelin'
All that talkin' ain't gon' change shit but my mothaf*ckin' filter
All that f*ck shit make me hard, more just make her wet
Then we f*ck 'til we f*ckin' forget
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
And my body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
And I will love
I will love
I will love
I will love
The way we f*ck
When we f*ck
How we f*ck
Last thoughts, last thoughts
I heard you got last thoughts, last thoughts
Me and boo 'bout to blast off, blast off
And we gon' out-last y'all, out-last y'all
Your body (Body)
My body (Body)
I will love
The way we f*ck
The way we f*ck
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Uh, uh, uh
Radio killer
Beat that shit up like gorilla
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
And my body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
And I will love
I will love
I will love
I will love
The way we f*ck
When we f*ck
How we f*ck
Girl, you make me forget about ex-girlfriends
And I'm gon' make you forget about ex-boyfriends too
I'ma send a picture of your pussy to my ex's DM
And you gon' send a picture of my pussy to your ex's DM
We both know it's comin', niggas be hatin' when you're not next to them
Contemplatin' when you're not next to them
Ooh, so jump down in my comments, tell me how you really feelin'
All that talkin' ain't gon' change shit but my mothaf*ckin' filter
All that f*ck shit make me hard, more just make her wet
Then we f*ck 'til we f*ckin' forget
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
And my body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
And I will love
I will love
I will love
I will love
The way we f*ck
When we f*ck
How we f*ck
Girl, you so real, we shouldn't even play pretend
Dress up, then I mess up every inch of you (Boo)
Clean it up like maid (Maid), right here on the kitchen counter
M.I.A. (A), we both missing in Atlanta
She throw on Versace, I'm like, "Girl, you got me"
And we halfway out the door
One, two, three, ready, go
We back in the bed, how do I say it? Vámonos
Girl, you make me forget about ex-girlfriends
And I'm gon' make you forget about ex-boyfriends too
I'ma send a picture of your pussy to my ex's DM
And you gon' send a picture of my pussy to your ex's DM
We both know it's comin', niggas be hatin' when you're not next to them
Contemplatin' when you're not next to them
Ooh, so jump down in my comments, tell me how you really feelin'
All that talkin' ain't gon' change shit but my mothaf*ckin' filter
All that f*ck shit make me hard, more just make her wet
Then we f*ck 'til we f*ckin' forget
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
And my body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
And I will love
I will love
I will love
I will love
The way we f*ck
When we f*ck
How we f*ck
Last thoughts, last thoughts
I heard you got last thoughts, last thoughts
Me and boo 'bout to blast off, blast off
And we gon' out-last y'all, out-last y'all
Your body (Body)
My body (Body)
I will love
The way we f*ck
The way we f*ck
Radio killer
Beat that shit up like gorilla
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
And my body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
And I will love
I will love
I will love
I will love
The way we f*ck
When we f*ck
How we f*ck
Girl, you make me forget about ex-girlfriends
And I'm gon' make you forget about ex-boyfriends too
I'ma send a picture of your pussy to my ex's DM
And you gon' send a picture of my pussy to your ex's DM
We both know it's comin', niggas be hatin' when you're not next to them
Contemplatin' when you're not next to them
Ooh, so jump down in my comments, tell me how you really feelin'
All that talkin' ain't gon' change shit but my mothaf*ckin' filter
All that f*ck shit make me hard, more just make her wet
Then we f*ck 'til we f*ckin' forget
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
And my body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
And I will love
I will love
I will love
I will love
The way we f*ck
When we f*ck
How we f*ck
Girl, you so real, we shouldn't even play pretend
Dress up, then I mess up every inch of you (Boo)
Clean it up like maid (Maid), right here on the kitchen counter
M.I.A. (A), we both missing in Atlanta
She throw on Versace, I'm like, "Girl, you got me"
And we halfway out the door
One, two, three, ready, go
We back in the bed, how do I say it? Vámonos
Girl, you make me forget about ex-girlfriends
And I'm gon' make you forget about ex-boyfriends too
I'ma send a picture of your pussy to my ex's DM
And you gon' send a picture of my pussy to your ex's DM
We both know it's comin', niggas be hatin' when you're not next to them
Contemplatin' when you're not next to them
Ooh, so jump down in my comments, tell me how you really feelin'
All that talkin' ain't gon' change shit but my mothaf*ckin' filter
All that f*ck shit make me hard, more just make her wet
Then we f*ck 'til we f*ckin' forget
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
Your body (Body)
And my body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
My body (Body)
And I will love
I will love
I will love
I will love
The way we f*ck
When we f*ck
How we f*ck
Last thoughts, last thoughts
I heard you got last thoughts, last thoughts
Me and boo 'bout to blast off, blast off
And we gon' out-last y'all, out-last y'all
Your body (Body)
My body (Body)
I will love
The way we f*ck
The way we f*ck
Writer: Terius Youngdell Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.