Yeah
You already know what it is
Yeah
Talk to me nice or don′t talk to me at all
Yo, man
You know what up?
(Let's get it)
The fact is
(yeah)
We don′t make babies, but we practice
(right)
I count on you like death and taxes
It's graphic, it's hot like a matchstick
And the fact is
(the fact is)
We don′t make babies but we practice
(Let′s work, uh-huh, yeah, let's work, uh-huh, yeah)
(Let′s work, uh-huh, yeah, let's work, come on)
Send you my location, come on over
(come on)
I know you went busy
We make time for each other
Temporary temptations got me so hung up on you
Losing my composure
Started it long ago
Put it in 10K hours or so
Taking you down like whoa
Ride it, ride it, full throttle
Doing it just perfect
Giving you what it would make sense
Look at us twist and bend
Ride it, ride it once again, baby
The fact is
We don′t make babies, but we practice
(yeah)
I count on you like death and taxes
It's graphic, it′s hot like a matchstick
And the fact is
We don't make babies, but we practice
(yeah)
Yo Anitta!
You know I gotta sprinkle a lil' jiggy on it
Let′s take ′em to Harlem
Now Anitta got me dancing
All the mommies call me handsome
Brazil, with the mansion
White beattle when I'm landing
Straight from the five others
Now she twerking on the Phantom
We ain′t mean to 'cause a tantrum
In the bulletproof Benz when we hide from the cameras
But we only doin′ practice
'Cause my mamma too young, she ain′t ready for a grandson
The fact is
(facts)
We don't make babies, but we practice
(look we're practicing)
I count on you like death and taxes
It′s graphic, it′s hot like a matchstick
And the fact is, we don't make babies, but we
Fell like gelato, I melt into you
Getting too hot in this room, I′m in anticipating you
Craving some more of the skin to skin
Body gonna let you in
Smooth, together
We never say it but, ooh
I see forever with you
All 'cause you
Started it long ago
Put in 10K hours or so
Taking you down like whoa
Ride it, ride it, full throttle
Doing it just perfect
Giving you up, it would make sense
Look at us twist and bend
Ride it, ride it, once again, baby
The fact is
We don′t make babies, but we practice
(practice)
I count on you like death and taxes
It's graphic, it′s hot like a matchstick
And the fact is
(the fact is)
We don't make babies but we practice
(Hmmm)
(Hmmm)
Writer(s): Remy Gautreau, Maya Kurchner, Julian Mcguire, Taylor Monet Parks, Emelie Kristina Walcott, Darold Brown, Bernard Harvey
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