Ooh, she may be weary And young girls, they do get wearied Wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah But when she gets weary Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah You know she's waiting Just anticipating The thing that she'll never, never, never, never

You lot, what? Don't stop, give it all you got The magnificent seven Don't stop, yeah You're frettin', you're sweatin' What have we got? Yeah, ooh Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M. Move yourself to go again Cold water in the face

Don't I look good? Yeah, baby, baby I'ma look good, I'm just talkin' 'bout sex, yeah Ooh, that's why I'm textin' my ex, oh no I'm just talkin' 'bout sex and I'm so ready for regrets I know you remember when way back in December we was in love, yeah I

'Cause baby when I'm finished with ya You won't wanna go outside Ooh baby, when I'm done with you, why You ain't saying nothing Yeah, you ain't saying nothing La la la la Baby go outside

Do I, do I, yeah, ooh Sometimes I don't think I deserve you So I say some fucked up shit just to hurt you But you know I do it all 'cause I love you So, baby, tell me I'm the one that deserves you Do we, do I, yeah, ooh Now why you wanna go and lose

Ooh wee (Ooh, ooh) Send me an emoji, let me know how you feel Send me an emoji-ji-ji (Hey) I was young, we were growing up Yeah, I know but I don't know enough I know it’s late, just got back from work You don't have to put it into words One more glass

If you need a little tenderness If you want a little something sweet You just come to me If you're hungry for some love at night I'll fix you up just right There's a tender place just down the way Where you can stay and I'm singin' Ooohh yeah yeah yeah

Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah) Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh) What's your name? Lil Pump (Brrt) Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah) I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills

Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' We got London On Da Track Ohh, yeah yeah (wow), yeah yeah, yeah, yeah Hunnid

Ooh, that's a lot, lot Yeah, look at them bands, that's a lot, lot Like, ooh, we don't stop, stop Yeah, count it up, that's a lot, lot Like, hey, that's a lot Yeah, cashing checks out the box like Yeah, count it up, that's a lot, lot, lot Said ooh,