Sex You Up

[Intro: Bryson Tiler & Patoranking]

Yeah

(He's hitting up)

Me and you, girl

Bend over me, girl

Call me, I go sex you up

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

Girl, I like your waist tick-tock, like, hold on

Tryna hide your face lip-locked, put a show on

Body shape nice, tip-top, and you know it

And I'm tryna catch a vibe, yeah

But you gotta talk to me nice

When we all alone, you know what's on my mind

Girl, I'm tryna sex you up

Ohh-oooo-oooh

I could sex you-

Goin' off the Henny, I can go all night, yeah

I could sex you up

Ohh-oooo-oooh

I could sex you-

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]

You've got something I want (Yeah, you girl nah di tight up skirt)

That's all that's on my mind when we all alone (Girl, me just want fi hold you)

I could tell that you trouble now, baby

Pull up late night and tryna cuddle now, baby

(That Hennessy) Got me seeing double now, baby

Body shape nice, how you so wavy?

Let me take off all of your clothes and let's get freaky

Let's get drunk on a Wednesday night and pretend it's the weekend

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

Girl, I like your waist tick-tock, like, hold on

Tryna hide your face [?], put a show on

Body shape nice, tip-top, and you know it

And I'm tryna catch a vibe, yeah

But you gotta talk to me nice

When we all alone, you know what's on my mind

Girl, I'm tryna sex you up

Love it when you bubblin' and then you slow whine

I could tell you that I love you but it's gon' take time

Goin' off the Henny, I can go all night, yeah

I could sex you up

Ohh-oooo-oooh

I could sex you-

Sexy

I could sex you up

Yeah, baby

I could sex you

[Verse 2: Patoranking]

Pretty, it's a fire fire day

And you 'ready know say, you nah mi body [?]

Light up, like my name Faraday

On the-on the low, make we [?]

Many many gyals by my side now

Two many gyal make 'em decide now

Gyal, do your ting, make it right done

Mi love fi see your face with the lights on

You mi fronti, girl-a, you mi fronti

Drop upon your body like a Transit

Make my t-shirt on, leave your panties

69 and the number will be counting

You a bad gal like RiRi

Some [?]

Play with you like [?]

[?]

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]

Girl, I like your waist tick-tock, like, hold on

Tryna hide your face [?], put a show on

Body shape nice, tip-top, and you know it

And I'm tryna catch a vibe, yeah

But you gotta talk to me nice

When we all alone, you know what's on my mind

Girl, I'm tryna sex you up

Love it when you bubblin' and then you slow whine

I could tell you that I love you, but it's gon' take time

[Outro: Patoranking]

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