Skintone Keisha in a two-seater
Windows is tinted black like my features
Run back ya timeline, know I'm the reason
The girls could work outside of Pride Season
Left my man I'm back on the market
Pull up to my bumper, no time to park it
That one there, right there, is a problem
Think I found myself a new target

I just wanna have sex tonight
I just wanna have sex

Yeah you tryna have sex tonight
Oh you tryna have sex?
Yeah, you tryna have sex tonight
You really, really tryna have sex

If you tryna get shit right
(Tear these fucking walls up)
Oh you tryna getcha life
(Pop the cork, toast me up)

I just wanna have sex tonight
I just wanna have sex

Tell me what these wild things want from me
Is you really tryna pull me out of these dungarees
Catch a breeze in Belize cause them flights is open
Tryna bubble with the kid tell him keep his focus
Might got the likes but aint got the sauce
Make 'em hit it to the beat till the beat go off
I'ma pop ya tag, I'ma pay that cost
But fumble me and that's your lost
Beatbox on the G-spot them limbs on lock
Birds stay mad cause we ain't gon stop
Double it all up I'ma spend that block
Fuck ya old hoes and fuck them opps
Right time, wrong bitch
My mood is on switch
He talk that sweet talk
He shoot and don't miss
But it's getting kinda hot let's take it to the rooftop
Hoes in heat in the mood for a flip flop

I just wanna have sex tonight
I just wanna have sex

Yeah you tryna have sex tonight
Oh you tryna have sex?
Yeah, you tryna have sex tonight
You really, really tryna have sex

If you tryna get shit right
(Tear these fucking walls up)
Oh you tryna getcha life
(Pop the cork, toast me up)

I just wanna have sex tonight
I just wanna have sex

You care
For me
My mind
Body

You care
For me

My mind
Body...