Birthday Sex

It’s your birthday so I know
you want to riiide out,
Even if we only go to myyy house
Sip mo- weezy as we sit upon myyy couch
Feels good, but I know you want to cryyy out
You say you want passion
I think you found it Get ready for action
Don’t be astounded
We switchin’positions
You feel surrounded
Tell me where you want
your gift, girl
Girl you know I-I-I
Girl you know I-I-I
I’ve been feenin'
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 your body to make good
Birthday sex
Birthday sex
It’s the best day of the year, girl
Birthday sex
Birthday sex
It feels like, feels like… lemme hit that… g-spot g-spot
See you sexy and them jeans got me on 10
1−2-3, think I got you pinned
Don’t tap out… fight until the end
Ring that bell; we gon start over again
We grindin’wit passion, cuz 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 yo gift, girl
First I’m gonna take a dive into the water deep until I know I pleased
that body (body ah oop)
Or girl without a broom
I might just sweep you off your feet
And make you wanna tell somebody
(body, how I do)
somebody body how i do Or maybe we can float on top my water bed you close your eyes as i fuck between
your legs
We work our way from kitchen stoves, and tables
Girl you know I’m more than able to please, yeah
Say you wanted flowers on the bed (on the bed)
But you got me and now it’s on again
{Chours) (it's the best day of the year, girl)
(lemme know what it feels like, feels like, when I hit that G-spot, G-spot)