Only Fans (part. Akapellah)

I don’t even know what her name was
I just have her OnlyFans account
She left around six in the morning
If you’re feeling horny
Call me back
She’s bold, she’s not from the country
She makes her own money
For that booty, I’m all in only

In my room, we’re going wild
I don’t want to wake up
I miss you, even if you’re not a saint
I love it
In my room, we’re going wild
I don’t want to wake up
I miss you, even if you’re not a saint
I love it

Look, since the day you left, I’m not myself
I came back with a different name on Tinder
And someone else fell for me
And the one who came has her own vibe
But my hands miss you
Like Lionel at Camp Nou, you know
Your skin gets me horny
I’m out of it, but for you, I’ll pay for Only
If I’m for you, you’re feeling lonely
Come on baby
Send me a video with the crew
You know me
The Chris Dior, the Valentino, whoever you want
Damn, you look so good
Even dancing in the nude
When you shake that waist
Everything speeds up
I think of you and it drives me crazy
I get all worked up
The winter’s cold like a fridge
It’s about nine degrees out there
If you want to smoke or have dinner
Or whatever
Let me know to pick you up, I’ll be out in eighteen

In my room, we’re going wild
I don’t want to wake up
I miss you, even if you’re not a saint
I love it
In my room, we’re going wild
I don’t want to wake up
I miss you, even if you’re not a saint
I love it
In my room, we’re going wild
I don’t want to wake up
I miss you, even if you’re not a saint
I love it
In my room, we’re going wild
I don’t want to wake up
I miss you, even if you’re not a saint
I love it

I miss you (I miss you)
I miss you (I miss you)
I’m crazy for you
Baby, I miss you
I miss you (tell me, Benja)
I miss you
Akapellah, Rusherking