
Make Out Dev (Ft. Ferry)
"Make Out" by Dev (ft. Ferry) is a #Pop track released in 2013. The song explores themes of romance, desire, and youthful passion, capturing the excitement of physical attraction. Its catchy hooks and electronic beats create a vibrant sound. The song reflects contemporary dance-pop influences, resonating with listeners in party and club settings.

We break up just to make up
Forget about it when we wake up
Baby where you tryna take us
I say I love you in a drunk text
You come thru like it ain't shit
And you know I hate it
But don't keep me waiting
Cause I ain't got no patience
I hit the road and get a paycheck
I come back you don't say shit
Do we speak the same language
Point the finger, who you blamin'
Bla bla bla is what you saying
I'ma give you what you need
Stop playing, playing, stop playing
I push you shove
It's hate it's love
Hold on tight this ride ain't over
Top down even when it's cold
Can't give you up
If you fuck it up
Hold on tight this ride ain't over
Top down even when it's cold
We make up just to make love
Ice me, go to Jacob
Pricey, no pay cut
That's how you like me, no makeup
I come thru like you ain't shit
And I know you hate it
But you kept me waiting
Playing hard to get, make me work for it
I hit the road and get a paycheck
I come back you don't say shit
Do we speak the same language?
Point the finger who you you blamin'
Bla bla bla is what you saying
I'ma give you what you need
Stop playing, playing, stop playing
Forget about it when we wake up
Baby where you tryna take us
I say I love you in a drunk text
You come thru like it ain't shit
And you know I hate it
But don't keep me waiting
Cause I ain't got no patience
I hit the road and get a paycheck
I come back you don't say shit
Do we speak the same language
Point the finger, who you blamin'
Bla bla bla is what you saying
I'ma give you what you need
Stop playing, playing, stop playing
I push you shove
It's hate it's love
Hold on tight this ride ain't over
Top down even when it's cold
Can't give you up
If you fuck it up
Hold on tight this ride ain't over
Top down even when it's cold
We make up just to make love
Ice me, go to Jacob
Pricey, no pay cut
That's how you like me, no makeup
I come thru like you ain't shit
And I know you hate it
But you kept me waiting
Playing hard to get, make me work for it
I hit the road and get a paycheck
I come back you don't say shit
Do we speak the same language?
Point the finger who you you blamin'
Bla bla bla is what you saying
I'ma give you what you need
Stop playing, playing, stop playing
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