REAL BAD Lyrics

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

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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

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