I guess, I mean, I know
It's kinda bad
Naughty, for you
Waiting, watching, fantasizing
So you like what you see?
I'd say I didn't like it but I did
Guess I wasn't raised right
Mommy made a naughty kid
Daddy raised a wild one
Daddy raised a fiend
Pulling up on bitches every chance I get
Billin' over seams
I don't need a crew, I don't need a team
Give 'em energy, hotter than a hickey to your neck
I'm an enemy
I'm an enemy
Only got a bad type
Get to know that side of me
We can mash work, if you're feeling mean
Come here, like a tug from the bed to the street
People say "247 days of the week"
I don't know better, I can't really tell
Why ride with the devil when I could give you hell?
"Did you use me? Get in my head?"
That's what they'll say
When they find out
Are my secrets safe with you?
What's too good, too easy, too sweet?
Come find me
I'm free, at 3
I see you creep, back and creep too
I do every time
We're too busy on the low, you don't see that I get mine
Come and get it too
If you want it, you can have it more
Tryna get got, but your man never felt before
And you're trying to teach tricks
But I guess I'm really too young
Can't get a grip
When you see me, you just play dumb
If I was you, if you was me
Would you run or would you flee?
Ten toes to your hoes, who wake up when I'm asleep
Tired, naughty
Like what you see?
I don't know better, I can't really tell
Why ride with the devil when I can give you hell?
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