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Sensual R&B Trap [Verse 1] You said, "Girl, I'm fifty-one percent trouble" Lazy grin, tongue tracing on your lip Took my hand, pulled me right into the middle Of that half-light, half-saint, half-sin trip I'm forty-nine percent soft, slow moaning Candlewax running down my spine Other fifty-one’s claws in my shoulder When your hands wrap tight around my thighs (oh) [Chorus] Forty-nine, forty-nine, I’m the heat on your skin You the fifty-one percent demon that I let in Do the math on my body, let the numbers begin Forty-nine ways I make you confess where you been Forty-nine, forty-nine, you the flame, I’m the wine You the fifty-one percent sin pressed into my spine Add it up in my bed, how we cross that line Forty-nine, fifty-one, till our halos resign [Verse 2] We play priest and serpent on the headboard You say grace, then bite down on my neck Make a promise you gon’ pull me out the bad storm Then storm on me till the sheets a wreck (yeah) Every scratch on my back is a fraction Every kiss, calculation on my throat You keep count on your tongue, slow subtraction As my legs wrap tight around your soul (mmm) [Chorus] Forty-nine, forty-nine, I’m the heat on your skin You the fifty-one percent demon that I let in Do the math on my body, let the numbers begin Forty-nine ways I make you confess where you been Forty-nine, forty-nine, you the flame, I’m the wine You the fifty-one percent sin pressed into my spine Add it up in my bed, how we cross that line Forty-nine, fifty-one, till our halos resign [Bridge] Tell me, are you more beast than man tonight? (yeah) Or just enough to keep me safe in your bite? I’ll be your forty-nine percent mercy Till you drag me that last one over to the dark side [Chorus] Forty-nine, forty-nine, I’m the heat on your skin You the fifty-one percent demon that I let in Do the math on my body, let the numbers begin Forty-nine ways I make you confess where you been Forty-nine, forty-nine, you the flame, I’m the wine You the fifty-one percent sin pressed into my spine Add it up in my bed, how we cross that line Forty-nine, fifty-one, when our bodies align