Songtext zu 'Bonjour (feat. Summer Walker)' von NO1 Noah

Pussy in my face, and I can't get tired
Work real hard, baby, can't retire
Smokin', bumpin', burnin' ties
Working till the done, I cannot retire
Fuck you till the dawn, I cannot get tired
I'ma let you go on and ride it
Put you on your back, you stick it right in
Keep on goin', baby, you got it
For a second, I was just in heaven
All I need's like 10-30/ten-thirty minutes, let me stay up in it
I'ma put one in you right now, then I lay up in it
Plan b's no plan b, no joke
Girl, 'cause I'm not kiddin'
If you with it, I'm with it (yeah)
Touchin' you in the kitchen (yeah)
Busy, washin' dishes
I'll be in your room, just come through (I'll be in your room)
When you're finished
Buyin' you them bottles of them onе, like it's Christmas
I can't even liе, I'm intrigued by your intentions

She just wanna fuck me and leave
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
Lookin' like them drum pieces
She's a ten, can't beneath it, if I get addicted, I cannot leave it
Fuckin' in the morning, the night and the evening
I don't get tired, I make it look easy
Everything public, but it feels like we creepin'
And I'm so high that it looks like I'm sleepin' now

And we 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 textin' for a while, but I cannot play no more (oh, oh)
All the textin' we then done, we done said so much, I don't know what to say no more (oh, oh, oh)
I just wanna 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, woah, ooh-woah, oh-oh
Wait for more
And I'll be callin' you, woah, oh

Ain't shit left to talk about, baby, I'm
Anxious, now
Why would you keep me waitin'?
Jill Scott, it's gettin' late and
It's pourin', it's stormin' and rainin'
You know that I am not playin'
Pussy precipitation
Oh, oh, ah, ah
Baby, give me one more second, yeah
You'll be like: One more minute, oh
Hard for you to talk while in it, oh
Hard for you to, shh, ah, breathe (yeah)
I know that I make it hard for a nigga to think (I know that I make it hard for a nigga to think)
Oh

And we take a flight where the people like to say: Bonjour (oh, ooh-woah, oh-oh)
I just need your birthday and your full name, baby girl, don't say no more (oh, oh)
Put you on a flight, baby girl
We been textin' for a while, but I cannot play no more (oh, oh)
All the textin' we then done, we done said so much, I don't know what to say no more (oh, oh, oh)
I just wanna 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 wake 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