Fr3do - House Calls (feat. Romeo)

I need a thick booty, bitch, that's gon' fuck it up
I need a thick booty, bitch, that's gon' fuck it up
A track star, run it in, she gon' get her bucks
Let's start a line, hundred meter, baby, run it up
Them niggas clowns, they told baby don't come fuck with us

Super bad on the D, she make lovin' us
Tellin' show, baby, do it for them hunted eyes
The way it rebound, you make it jump to the
Bitch, is we makin' a movie

I ain't drive 15 minutes just to fill in your boobies
Uh, I'm tryna dig in some coochie
Let me hit the first night like you already knew me
Here, let me refill your drink

Tryna fuck you real hard on your bathroom sink, like, uh
Baby wanna listen to Tink
Let me hit it on the counter or the washing machine, like
In the shower, now I'm cleanin' the V

Netflix and chill while you talk to a P
Uh, thought it was over, I'm still eatin' the P
Baby boy, Bud and Nikki, how she thinkin' for me, like
I'm tryna fuck you real hard on them antiques

I heard you got it from your mom, use a damn brick
And you been goin' hard, had a long day
Daddy got you scratchin' walls in the hallway
Her room keep the tools, 50 shades of gray

Bringin' out them handcuffs when I wanna play
My rich bitch, I fuck her in her guest house
Ayy, now she got all my nut on her guest couch
Doin' yoga, she be stretchin', get this work out

And she had raging waters in that pool house
In the living room, we be goin' wild
We was on the low, see, she keep the lamp down
Ayy, I be facin' in her basement

Her daddy don't like me, say my music is outrageous
Faker, this nigga elderly and racist
Hit his daughter on the balcony, now the neighbors complain
I'm tryna fuck you in the cellar, lil' baby, what is you sayin'

Or your little brother's room, the way that you be playin'
Is this beat too hard, baby? I'm tryna fuck you like a gangster
Hit you in the bathroom, we can knock in many places
I got hella flavors, I got hoes different races

My Asian bitch even let me hit it with her safety
She get funky in the shower, she get freaky in the sheets
Freddy Krueger, man, that bitch always see me in her dreams
Niggas walkin' past the window, see me screwin' on the sink

Had her eatin' that pussy, had her runnin' in the streets
Strawberries out the fridge, ready whip with the cream
I'ma hit it on the camera, you gon' see it's on the screen
Got you whirlin' and you twirlin' on the California Kings

Runnin' y'all back yard in the garden with your greens
On the porch, I'ma hit it, bid it over while the leaves
Gettin' room, strip, punk her, I be playin' with them jeans
See the room, bid it over, we protect it on the screen

Why I love her and you love her, yeah, we fuckin' everything
I'm tryna hit it in the den, can I hit it in your dad room
Fuckin' in his office, well, I guess that was a bad move
You know what I'm sayin', baby, look at me

I need a thick booty, bitch, that's gon' fuck it up
If the police is thinkin' he move to me
Try to start right here, then she gon' get her body

Written by:
Freddie Sly III, Romeo Akil

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