Shot Down

She said hey stranger, you ain't been picking up the phone
I text Y.K.T.S. I've been trapping all night long
Ain't nothing change, you're still my number one
Baby, we gon' bring it home like Philly took the bowl
I love it when you show that other side of you
You know how to keep my mind on you
I just gotta get it off cause I'm spending too much time with you
You tell me let's get one more off and I fall for it
I never turn it down, church you're the offering
Girl you sew a seed, you deserve a harvest
Baby you deserve it all (Deserve it all, deserve it all)
Every time I get away, you be calling me back
Every time I gotta chase the bag, here you go calling me bad
Oh no, I can't always give you feedback
Even though I probably need that right now
You're my fix, but I gotta be strong
Don't take this wrong, no no

Someone please call 911 (Nine, One, Call)
Tell them I just shot her down
And the bullet's in her heart
If this is the kind of love that old folks used to warm me about
Man, I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble

I'm just trying to stack paper so I can stop bae
But you're calling my phone, I'm on that clock bae
I come and give you them bands so you can shop bae
But even if I ain't have them, you would still rock bae
So it's different, that vibe really efficient
Coming in between that paper so I can play with that kitty
Yo listen, we need that paper... It's dripping, fuck it I'm hitting
We climax, you see that vision, it's love, that shit ain't hitting like damn
How you think we taking them trips
Pussy is good but it ain't making no flips
Tell you I love you, you beautiful with them tits
But you taking advantage, you ran away with that shit like
Like how I'm supposed to deal with you
Don't want to see you mad, I really feel for you
And I love how you work it, you got that skill with you
But I gotta turn it down, I can't chill with you

(Probably need it right now, probably need it right now...
Probably need it right now, probably need it)
You're my fix, but I gotta be strong
Don't take this wrong, no no

Someone please call 911 (Nine, One, Call)
Tell them I just shot her down
And the bullet's in her heart
If this is the kind of love that old folks used to warm me about
Man, I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble



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Writer(s): Terrel Goodwin
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