It's on
I open my phone, to send you a textSomething a little freaky, baby I want sex
Nothing to slow, I want to make you sweat
I know you like that, made you smile I bet
No blushing baby, you know it's all good
Help you out of the car, push you down on the hood
Grab you by the hair, while I kiss you deep
We're in the parking lot, lets let the neighbors peek
Grab you by the neck, rip open your shirt
Daddy's home baby, time to put in work
Slide your panties to the side, make my way in
Makes it even better, now the rain begins
To fall down on us, feels so good
No holding back, you know you should
Call my name out loud, who cares who hears
Turn that ass over, I stand from the rear
All I have on is shorts, timbs and a fitted
Scratching on the car, you love the way I hit it
Biting on your lip, as I slap on your thong
Imagine this baby, because when I get home it's on
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