Full Moon - REAL BAD

You can tell by the way that I call out your name
Girl I need you babe
'Cuz I've dreamt of this moment all night and day
Magic in the air that you breathing can I hear you moan in the morning
Soon as you wake up baby I'm on it
Ouu this ya song
Down for a minute It's been too long
Workin with them bitches done pissed you off
Babygirl just hit me when you get home
'Cuz I been tryna fill a new position
Interview only about 30 minutes
You can trust my hand because I'm sturdy wit it
Ima be the reason that you curve these niggas girl I know you know I'm
On you real bad
I think we both can feel that
No point tryn conceal that I'm on
On you real, bad
Real, bad, bad
I'm on you real bad
Touch me with ya finger tips
Backwood in between yo lips
And I pearled it the way that I'm finna lick on you
Taste ya box of Krispy Kream
Fuck until we start lucid dreamin
Lord knows I just need a piece
I won't hold you I'm on you like real real
Bad
Talkin how I like it as you slidin out ya robe girl you know
Oh this shit been way over due
Told you I ain't playin with you
Fold you different ways in this room
I'm just tryna state what I'm on
Baby can you take all my love
Arch ya back & open up
Park it in ya soul 'cuz you
Fucking with a nigga that can love you rachet
Lovin the submission fucking up this mattress
Body on you no clothes all passion
Birthday suit skin gold high fashion
Lovin the way ya body making sounds
Running away I gotta hold it down
I'ma blow ya back out
Lovin on you right you look behind and catch ya breath cuz I'm
Off that hunnit proof
We know just what we do
You ain't you when you sippin
Dusse loosen ya lips when
She say empty the clip in
We can't just put the tip in no
I'm pretty sure you know how I get
You just wanna get it off in my bed
Baby why can't we stop the nonsense and
Fuck the whole night out
You feel the vibes babygirl just stop it
Cool through the night kept it thurl and poppin
Ouu girl it's time to get outta pocket
Girl you know that I'm
On you real bad
I think we both can feel that
No point tryn conceal that I'm on
On you real, bad
Real, bad, bad
I'm on you real bad
Touch me with ya finger tips
Backwood in between yo lips
And I pearled it the way that I'm finna lick on you
Taste ya box of Krispy Kream
Fuck until we start lucid dreamin
Lord knows I just need a piece
I won't hold you I'm on you like real real
Bad

Written by:
Joshua Coleman, Wilbert Richardson

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