(Intro — whispered, ad-libs) Yeah… Look, I’ma be real with you… Don’t judge me, girl… Mm-mm… oh no… (Baby, don’t stop… don’t stop…) You got my weakness memorized, You play me like a song… And every time we touch, girl, I promise it ain’t long… (Pre-Verse 1) Shawty, you been lookin’ like a whole temptation, Hands on your waist, I’m losin’ my patience. Body talkin’ to me like an open invitation, Got me rushin’ in fast, no hesitatin’. You kiss me once, girl, I’m halfway done, You touch my chest and I’m already gone. Ain’t tryna play it off, girl, I know it’s wrong— But your love hit different, got me comin’ on strong. --- (Verse 1 — explicit, seductive, romantic-toxic R&B) Girl, your panties hit the floor, my heartbeat hit the gas, I’m tryna pace it, but that grip keep whoopin' my ass. You kiss my neck and say my name—damn, I’m already close, You keep ridin’ me slow, knowin' damn well I'm a ghost. You say, “Baby, don’t run,” But girl, I swear you ruthless. You throw it back like that? No man alive can do this. You want a marathon, But your body screaming sprint— I’m tryna go the distance, But your pussy heaven-sent. --- (Pre-Chorus) I ain’t tryna lie, You know you got that fire… I wish I could go longer, girl, But you take me higher… --- (Chorus) It won’t be long When your body puts it on me, girl, I’m foldin’. It won’t be long When you whisper in my ear, yeah, you know it’s over. Ain’t my fault you got that touch that makes me lose control— When we get it started, girl, I already know… It won’t be long… But I’ll make it strong. --- (Hook — reprise, heavier, more explicit) It won’t be long When you throw it back and say you miss the way I stroke (yeah, yeah). It won’t be long When you kiss me slow and tell me, “Baby, don’t choke.” You know your body too dangerous, You got that grip too strong— I try to last, but girl, that pussy do me wrong… It won’t be long… But I’ll make it strong. It won’t be long… But I’ll love you long. (Pre-Verse 2) Girl, I’m tryna breathe, but you keep on teasin’, You know I’m weak for every single reason. Legs up high, got my heartbeat speedin’, I’m prayin’ in my head like, “Lord, help me keep it.” But damn, you too fine, too soft, too sweet, Every little move feel like you know me deep. I give you that look—you know what that means, Round one short, but round two ain’t cheap. (Verse 2 — more explicit, more romantic, more toxic) Baby, you the reason why my pride ain’t never safe, You got me bussin’ quick, then beggin’ for a second taste. You smile like you won, like you planned this shit— But keep moanin’ my name, girl, I can’t resist. You say, “Go again,” And I’m already rising— Round one short, but round two surprising. I eat it slow, You grip my head, You say, “Don’t stop now,” Till your legs go dead. --- (Pre-Chorus 2) I’m holdin’ on tight, Tryna buy me more time… But when you throw it back slow, Girl, it’s killin’ my mind… --- (Chorus) It won’t be long When your body puts it on me, girl, I’m foldin’. It won’t be long When you whisper in my ear, yeah, you know it’s over. Ain’t my fault you got that touch that makes me lose control— When we get it started, girl, I already know… It won’t be long… But I’ll make it strong. --- (Bridge — melodic, emotional) I know I finish fast, But girl, I’ll bring it back… Give you all I have, Put you right where you need to be… I’m talkin’ round two, round three, Promise you’ll still come for me… Even if the first one’s quick, I’ll make it worth it, guaranteed… (Hook — big, explicit, toxic-romantic) It won’t be long When you climb on top and whisper nasty in my ear (yeah, yeah). It won’t be long When you say you love this dick, baby, that’s my kryptonite here. Girl, your body too crazy, Got me losin’ control— I’m tryna hold on, but damn, you snatchin’ my soul. It won’t be long… But I’ll make it strong. It won’t be long… But I’ll love you long. --- (emotional, erotic, melodic) Girl, you know I’ll make you shake, Even if I finish early— Let my tongue clean up mistakes, Let my hands make you feel worthy… I’m talkin’ knees up to your face, Let your body come in waves… You gon’ scream all through the place— Even if I came in eight seconds. (Pre-outro) I’m talkin’— Backshots for apologies you never deserved, You let me in, then you kick me out, the cycle absurd. But I still pull up, lights low, hands on your curves— ’Cause I know you want this quick love more than you want love that lasts. Toxic, ain’t it? But you still call back. You know the minute that we touch… Yeah, it ain’t gon’ last. (Outro — soft, ad-libs) Ohhh, it won’t be long… (No, it won’t be long…) But I’ll make it right… I’ll make it right, girl… Yeah, yeah…
