Bonjour (feat. Summer Walker)

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

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