Your Favorite Song Songtext
von Eric Bellinger
Your Favorite Song Songtext
This that shit you drink your wine to
Its that- yeah
This that shit that you unwind to
Yeah
When you be up in the bubble bath taking photographs
Baby this that shit you put on
So now you get home
Its your favorite song song song
Its your favorite song song song
I know it make you feel some type of way x2
Take them heels off
Let that dress fall
Unstrap that bra
Baby
Let your hair down
Run that water
Light a candle
Its just me and you
See I know I′ve been in your head all day anyway press play
I said I know I've been in your head all day anyway press play
Have your way
When you be up in the bubble bath taking photographs
Baby this that shit you put on
So now you get home
Its your favorite song song song
Its your favorite song
I know it make you feel some type of way x2
*Whisper* yeah
I see you
Girl I see you
Now you walking round the house
You aint got no clothes on
You still dripping wet
But since aint nobody over
You gone air dry while you chilling on the sofa
Drinking a mimosa girl
Throw it up
Faded
Throw it up
Gone
Throw it up
Faded
Throw it up
This that shit you drink your wine to
Its that- yeah
This that shit that you unwind to
Yeah
When you be up in the bubble bath taking photographs
Baby this that shit you put on
So now you get home
Its your favorite song song song
Its your favorite song song song
I know it make you feel some type of way x2
Its that- yeah
This that shit that you unwind to
Yeah
When you be up in the bubble bath taking photographs
Baby this that shit you put on
So now you get home
Its your favorite song song song
Its your favorite song song song
I know it make you feel some type of way x2
Take them heels off
Let that dress fall
Unstrap that bra
Baby
Let your hair down
Run that water
Light a candle
Its just me and you
See I know I′ve been in your head all day anyway press play
I said I know I've been in your head all day anyway press play
Have your way
When you be up in the bubble bath taking photographs
Baby this that shit you put on
So now you get home
Its your favorite song song song
Its your favorite song
I know it make you feel some type of way x2
*Whisper* yeah
I see you
Girl I see you
Now you walking round the house
You aint got no clothes on
You still dripping wet
But since aint nobody over
You gone air dry while you chilling on the sofa
Drinking a mimosa girl
Throw it up
Faded
Throw it up
Gone
Throw it up
Faded
Throw it up
This that shit you drink your wine to
Its that- yeah
This that shit that you unwind to
Yeah
When you be up in the bubble bath taking photographs
Baby this that shit you put on
So now you get home
Its your favorite song song song
Its your favorite song song song
I know it make you feel some type of way x2
Writer(s): Eric Bellinger, Brandon Hodge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com