When it's late, I wait to call for clothes
Him touch me pon me chest and me lips
And I rub down me hips
I started to lose all control
We moved to the music and started to grind
I looked at this hood while just waiting to whine
Me touch him pon him chest and a kiss
And say, whine out my waist
But me still a wait
All him want is feel up, feel up
Why my ratchet flip don't reload?