After all the shit we did
You gon' make me have to tell somebody, make me tell somebody
Plead the fifth
But in my mind I wanna tell somebody, wanna tell somebody
The way I hit it,
You gon' make me have to surf on that
Ocean that I might drown in your body
Let it trip, just so bad I gotta tell somebody, gotta tell somebody
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
You really blowing my mind
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
I ain't wasting no time
Tell her hop on that thing
Quit the shade, fuck it up
Do your thang, run it back
We been on, popping
I will not sleep
F it up, do your thang
Turn around and baby run it back
I wish I could tell somebody
First off, know I ain't the type to go kiss and tell, late thing
And I'm so drunk that if I try it I misspell, late thing
And you so drunk that you dance to like everything to come on
We been mixing up these feelings with Hennessy and Patron
Now you feeling a way and I'm bout to jump in the deep-end
I know that you tryna escape, and be my little secret
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
You really blowing my mind
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
I ain't wasting no time
Tell her hop on that thing
Quit the shade, fuck it up
Do your thang, run it back
We been on, popping
I will not sleep
Fuck it up, do your thang
Turn around and baby run it back
I wish I could tell somebody
After all the shit we did
You gon' make me have to tell somebody, make me tell somebody
Plead the fifth
But in my mind I wanna tell somebody, wanna tell somebody
The way I hit it,
You gon' make me have to surf on that
Ocean that I might drown in your body
Let it trip, just so bad I gotta tell somebody, gotta tell somebody
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
You really blowing my mind
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
I ain't wasting no time
Tell her hop on that thing
Quit the shade, fuck it up
Do your thang, run it back
We been on, popping
I will not sleep
F it up, do your thang
Turn around and baby run it back
I wish I could tell somebody
I should tell somebody about you
That body you showin' off, girl you should be proud to
The outfit you got on, I'm tryna get you out them
So glad that I found you, let's do
You ain't really need to push it round you
But still something in the fifth
Hope your ready for round two.
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Jamal F. Jones, Gregory Gerard Curtis, Kesia Darnise-cecilia Hollins, Jerome Harmon
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