Hit My Phone

(chores)
Hey girl how bout we sneak away to Atlanta
How bout we hit up Victoria secret and buy you new panties
I’ma leave the coup home and rent the phantom
How bout you be my lil gift that’s all I’m
Asking
You miss your thug yeah I miss your love yeah
I’m in the club yeah ducking them girl yeah
How bout you hit my phone up when u want my loving
How bout you hit my phone up when u want my loving
(verse 1)
I just wanna see you naked in bed again
How bout you look me in my eyes when u give me head again
And take my soul yeah the devil want my soul yeah I been feening for your love I’m on hold yeah
I been thinking bout buying your love but that shit priceless
When u not with me i swear on god i feel so lifeless
When we be fucking we go all night that shit is timeless
You know this dick don’t do no tape outs this shit Righteous yeahhhh
(I wanna quit this traping shit and come lay with u all night
U know I built this shit for you I hate you felt like you was right
I let my sun roof back to let the wind flow thru my hair
U not in the passenger girl i swear on god i wish that u was here
Hey girl how bout we sneak away to Atlanta
How bout we hit up Victoria secret and buy you new panties
I’ma leave the coup home and rent the phantom
How bout you be my lil gift that’s all I’m
Asking
You miss your thug yeah I miss your love yeah
I’m in the club yeah ducking them girl yeah
How bout you hit my phone up when u want my loving
How bout you hit my phone up when u want my loving
(verse 2)
I buy you jewelry and take you shopping I buy you new jays on the day they dropping
Fuck being quite I rather be talking I done turned up on em amigos Versace
Fuck being cocky I wanna hit you like hockey
Ima get in that pussy and beat it like rocky
These hoes want my wallet I had to tell my ex stop it she was doing to much working me like bobby
Doing donuts in the lobby eyes red like a zombie
I doll a bitch up like barbie
She gone get on that dick no Harley
If I hit her with this dick I know the bitch gone be retarded Kay going in the hardest in these streets tryna duck these charges
I’m on some pimping shit baby I need your full attention She Get so wet when I be in it it feels just like I’m swimming
No Keith sweat but can’t nobody love you how i did it
I keep you twisted in your feelings shawty screaming you the realest
(chores)
Hey girl how bout we sneak away to Atlanta
How bout we hit up Victoria secret and buy you new panties
I’ma leave the coup home and rent the phantom
How bout you be my lil gift that’s all I’m
Asking
You miss your thug yeah I miss your love yeah
I’m in the club yeah ducking them girl yeah
How bout you hit my phone up when u want my loving
How bout you hit my phone up when u want my loving