Nineside - Weekend Interlude

(Oh yea yea yea, he aint gotta know, baby he ain't gotta know... oh)
Said excuse me miss, what's your name, where you from, can I come
Feelin Johnny girl my, my, my
You a devil in disguise
I peeped you with my own eyes so I had to speak my piece
Said you got a man, ok well I just need you for the weekend
Every time we get to freakin you Tellin' me shit
That's just why I can't fuck with hoes too tough, they got loose ass lips
Pillow talking' on the side and you supposed to be his bitch
Keep it solid, that's admired, I guess we too different
But it Ain't my business
Baby I'm just here for diggin'
Turn that ass around and best believe girl I'm gon drill ya get that feelin'
And baby girl don't catch no feelings and I peeped that shit the other day you said you want my children
Bitch you trippin (aw bitch you trippin)
(Bitch gotta be out her mind, you just a lil side piece baby)
Monday Tuesday
Girl don't even hit my phone
Wednesday Thursday
I could give a fuck leave me alone
Friday through Sunday
Let the weekend begin
We can get it in you ain't gotta tell ya man no
(Ohohohooh, he ain't gotta know, ohohohooh
Get the freak in for the weekend baby girl yea he aint gotta know)

Written by:
Jamie Brown

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