Lyrics

It's yo' birthday, so I know you want to ride out Even if we only go to my house Sip mo-weezy as we sit upon my couch Feels good, but I know you want to cry out You say you want passion, I think you found it Get ready for action, don't be astounded We switching positions, you feel surrounded Tell me where you want your gift, girl I've been fiendin', wake up in the late-night, dreamin' about your lovin' Don't need candles or cake, just need yo' body to make, ooh Birthday sex, birthday sex (ooh, it's the best day of the year, girl) Birthday sex, birthday sex (ooh, it feels like, feels like, lemme hit that G-spot, G-spot, girl) See you sexy and them jeans got me on tent One, two, three, think I got you pinned (uh-huh) Don't tap out, fight until the end (uh-huh) Ring that bell, and we gon' start over again We grinding with passion, 'cause it's yo' birthday Been at it for hours, I know you thirsty You kiss me so sweetly, taste just like Hershey's Just tell me how you want your gift, girl Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I I've been fiendin' (oh), wake up in the late-night (oh), dreamin' about your lovin' Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I (yeah, you do) Don't need candles or cake, just need yo' body to make, ooh (we don't need, oh, no) Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I I've been fiendin', wake up in the late-night, dreamin' about your lovin' Girl, you know I-I-I, girl, you know I-I-I Don't need candles or cake, just need yo' body to make, ooh Birthday sex (oh), birthday sex (ooh, it's the best day of the year, girl) Birthday sex (oh), birthday sex (ooh, it feels like, feels like, lemme hit that G-spot, G-spot, girl)
Writer(s): Jeremy P. Felton, Michael Abram Schultz, Keith Eric James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out