VONCÉ - Thursday (feat. Aonesause)

If I fuck him Thursday, bet he love me by Friday
Imma throw it back like it's a Thursday
I rock designer but he said he like me in my birthday suit
Pussy good, so I be fucking on the first date
Put him to sleep and he ain't wake up til the third day
Imma throw it back like it's a Thursday
I rock designer but he said he like me in my birthday suit
Pussy good, so I be fucking on the first date
Put him to sleep and he ain't wake up til the third day
Wake up on the third day (oh happy day)
Oou I think he like me, got him geeking off the word play (word play)
A1, check the survey (check the survey)
A1 sauce on my skirt steak (oou)
I'm so wavy (I'm so wavy)
Back then they didn't want me now they wanna date me (uh uh)
If his pockets slim, then I'm moving shady ( I'm moving shady)
Yea I fuck him like a tramp cause I'm not his lady (I'm not his lady)
Nah
Keep him on his knees
Now I lay me down to sleep (sleep)
He gone snatch my soul
I pray the Lord my soul to keep (keep)
Put him in his place, say his grace, time to eat
All we do is fuck, smoke, drink, then repeat (ha, ha)
I'm on it, I want it
I throw it back, I know he caught it
I wanna record it and watch it back in the morning
I do it on purpose, this pussy make a nigga nervous
It's funeral service soon as I serve him like
Imma throw it back like it's a Thursday
I rock designer but he said he like me in my birthday suit
Pussy good, so I be fucking on the first date
Put him to sleep and he ain't wake up til the third day
Imma throw it back like it's a Thursday
I rock designer but he said he like me in my birthday suit
Pussy good, so I be fucking on the first date
Put him to sleep and he ain't wake up til the third day
Said he want a taste, make him say his grace
Imma violate his face, then I do the race
Got a whole lot of cake, put it on his plate
When your pussy this great, you don't gotta make him wait like
Said he want a taste, make him say his grace
Imma violate his face, then I do the race
Got a whole lot of cake, put it on his plate
When your pussy this great, you don't gotta make him wait like
(Whole lotta Sause, yea)
Woah
Baby tell me what's your mood, what's your timing?
Fuck you from the night til sun rising
I'm climbing them long legs, call them Twin Towers
That pussy ain't just yours, bitch it's ours
Might eat it through the trousers
Pussy wet feel like I'm jumping out the shower, I'm soaked
Play with it like a remote
With that throat girl you the goat
Tell her run a drill on it, I'm the coach
Hut 1, hut 2
Told her ride that dick like it's a rocket to the moon
I be smoking rocks I'm off the moon
In her mouth like a spoon
Shoot it up like I'm a goon and I'm gone
She won't see me til it's Thursday
Imma throw it back like it's a Thursday
I rock designer but he said he like me in my birthday suit
Pussy good, so I be fucking on the first date
Put him to sleep and he ain't wake up til the third day
Said he want a taste, make him say his grace
Imma violate his face, then I do the race
Got a whole lot of cake, put it on his plate
When your pussy this great, you don't gotta make him wait like

Written by:
Darius Taylor, Javonni Curmon

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