Lyrics Pulse - Sitch

Take your time, boy
All I wanna hear you say is
Take your time, boy
Give me the rhythm and I'll
Give you all the rhyme, boy
I'm clocking in don't have me
Workin' overtime, oh

When you put your hands on me
I feel overtaken with your ecstasy
Now follow my directions like it's 1, 2, 3
I'm picking up your patterns like it's poetry
I got my eyes on you
I see you getting into things your mind can't do
I'll put you on some other shit you ain't used to
You said you tuning in
Well this that 10+2

I wanna see you
Throb
I wanna see you
Throb

Go to town girl
You know that you the baddest in the town, girl
Flip and reverse it like a cowgirl
You know I'm loving having you around girl
Oh
Yeah and I swear that shit blushing
Pink-y promise me you'll be discreet just like you rushing
I'm tryna (brum bum bum) and
Be-be-beat like it's percussion
These n**** make you sick
Well lemme be your Robitussin

Take a dose of me I'll lay you down and get to workin'
Should make a group chat the way these bitches keep lurking
They wishing they could bag an exclusive
Just call 'em Birkin
I'll treat that - like the 2-6
The way I murk it

I wanna feel you
Throb
I wanna feel you
Throb
You feel it
I feel it too

You feel it
I feel it
You feel it
I feel it too
You need it
I need it too
You feel it
I feel it

Too
You feel it
I feel it
Too
You feel it
I feel it too
You need it
I need it too
You feel it
I feel it