3AM

I call you gata' 'cause you's a wild cat You leave me with a big neck scratch when I hit it from the back Pillow under your stomach' you like it like that They catch you half-sleep so you can't fight that We go for hours' fuck in the shower, pussy devour Foreplay in the kitchen, bend it over the counter

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I can tell 'bout the night tales and the dry spells All the wrong ones and the right things to stay away from And how we took off and how we on top And how we won't fall, how we going up Or how we came up, or how we came up

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