Come Over

[Intro]
Text me back, yo
I don't pick up my phone for stuff
What the fuck?
Pick up ya phone for something
You killing me. You killing me
You know, you can suck my--

[Verse]
Yeah, ayy, look
I missed yo call and I'm sorry, ayy
Come by the crib, gimme body, ayy
Let's work it out like Pilates, ayy
I blow you down, you's a hottie, ayy
Thing in them jeans looking vicious
Under them jeans, I bet it's delicious
Don't pull up early, my mom would be trippin'
Pull up 'round seven, my mom would be missin'
Slumped in the studio, I done been distant
You gon' be talkin', I'ma be listenin'
I rub some ice on that thing 'til it's glistenin'
Hopefully later on I'ma be swimming. Is that too strong?
Lemme know, am I approaching you wrong?
I'm tryna learn, I'm tryna please, fulfill all yo needs
What is the thoughts in the mind of a queen, yeah
I need a spiritual dime; a body and mind that get better with time
I am too young to acting so old
Baby come bring out the youth in my soul
Most of the time I joke like a kid, 'cause who can relate to this life that I live?
Girl it's a struggle, I'm borderline famous
I live in a bubble, it's part of the hustle
What can I do to make you say 'I love you'?
Kiss on yo neck, grip 'til you sweat
You got a man but he more like a ex
He send a text, now you gotta jet
Fuck all that, tell the guy relax, don't write back 'til you climax
We can play music and make music with my drumstick
Hit it like a Hi-Hat
You be tryna joke around 'cause I rap
You say I got groupies and swear that I touch 'em
Got a few shorties that come for me, too young for me
But I still love 'em
Please don't treat me like a artist, I just wanna creep witcha
Be me witcha
'Cause the minute I pick up yo phone and I see my Wikipedia
I'm leaving ya
Can we fuck all night? Girl you look right
Lips on ya neck, just might bite
Hella laid back, just my type
The best sex, yet had when we fight
The best trips, yet had when you ride
I'm a young nigga so I got the drive
Gentleman, not a gentle man when I'm in that thing
Like what a surprise, uh
Can you get away, can you get away?
From ya IG and ya Twitter page
Lately you been dealing with a lot of shit
Lemme wipe the tears from ya pretty face
Shorty I just wanna be ya everything
When I go to sleep you in every dream
Girl you're more dope than the Medellin
When I see ya fingers I be thinking 'bout a wedding ring
But we both too young for that
Got a place in my heart, have fun with that
No matter how far you go, know you coming back
And if you come you don't go without cumming, ha
Please let a nigga know if I'm bugging fast
We got a special thing, I just want it to last
Making sure you happy, that's a lovable task
Do you feel the same way? I been fiending to ask, like
Hol' up, Stro a
Sucker for love
Yep, she could tell how I'm huggin' it up
Making her blush, acting like she in a rush
But she looking in my eyes like she ready to cuff
Can't tell these days
Do she really like or is it for a like on the cell these days?
Either way, I'll be right here waiting
You already know what I'm anticipating
Booty, booty, booty, booty rocking everywhere
No, I'm just playin', pull up, you know where I'm stayin'
If you can't reach my phone
I was outside, hit you when I get home, forreal
And you better pick up too
Don't front on ya boo (don't front, don't front)
Just come through
Come through, come through, come through, come through like

[Chorus]
Won't you come over (Yeah) and (Yeah-yeah) make love to me
'Cause I (Yeah) haven't seen you in a while (Yeah-yeah)
Really miss your smile (Ayy)
Oh (Come by the crib, gimme body)
Won't you come over and make love to me? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Baby, I want you (Yeah)
(Yeah-yeah)
(Yeah, come by the crib, gimme body)
Everytime we're together
I feel a special part of me, drawing me closer