NO1-NOAH ft. Summer Walker - Bonjour Lyrics

Pussy in my face, and I can't get tired
Work real hard, baby, can't retire
Smokin' Bumpin, burning tires
Working 'til I'm done, I can not retire
Fuck you 'til the dawn, I can not get tired
I'ma let you go on and ride it
Put you on your back, stick it right in
Keep on going, baby, you got it
For a second, I was just in heaven
All I need's like ten, thirty minutes, let me stay up in it
I'ma put one in you right now, then I lay up in it
Plan Bs on Plan Bs, no joke, girl, 'cause I'm not kidding
If you with it, I'm with it
Touching you in the kitchen, busy washing dishes
I'll be in your room, just come through when you're finished
Buying you them bottles of them wine like it's Christmas
I can't even lie, I'm intrigued by your intentions

She just wanna fuck me and leave me
So she can tell her friends she don't need me
She don't wanna be too needy
She don't fall in love that easy
Pockets full, them thighs is greasy, looking like them drum pieces
She's a ten, can't be beneath it, if I get addicted, I can not leave it
Fucking in the morn', in the night, in the evening
I don't get tired, I make it look easy
Everything public, but it feels like we creeping
And I'm so high that it looks like I'm sleeping now

And we can take a flight where the people like to say "Bonjour"
I just need your birthday, and your full name
Baby girl, don't say no more
Put you on a flight, baby girl
We been texting for a while but I can not play no more
All the texting we done done, we done said so much
I don't know what to say no more
I just want to do the foreplay by four
Make you feel things that you can't ignore
You gon' want that shit by eight I'm sure
I'ma make sure that you wait for more

Wait for more, wait for more, oh
Wait for more, and I'll be calling you
Ain't shit left to talk about, baby
I'm anxious now, why would you keep me waiting?
Jill Scott, it's getting late and
It's pourin' and stormin' and rainin'
You know that I am not playin', pussy precipitation
Oh, ah-ah, baby, give me one more second second, yeah
You be like, "one more minute, oh"
Hard for you talk while in it, oh
Hard for you to (ah-ah) breathe
I know that I make it hard
I know that I make it hard for a nigga to think

And we can take a flight where the people like to say "Bonjour"
I just need your birthday, and your full name
Baby girl, don't say no more
Put you on a flight, baby girl
We been texting for a while, but I can not play no more
All the texting we done done, we done said so much
I don't know what to say no more
I just want to do the foreplay by four
Make you feel things that you can't ignore
You gon' want that shit by eight I'm sure
I'ma make sure that you wait for more

I want you to want it, I want you to need it
I want you to say that you can't go without it
That you'll never leave it