SingStyle
Tell me baby can I take you home
If I call late night will you pick up the phone
If I need you would you treat me like your own
Ok I know you feel the vibe now
Gon and take a drive and you can tell me bout your drive now
Head to magic city see cam kirk he in the sky now
RIP to shay you know my angel in the sky now
Know you ain't suppose to ask but god I wonder why now
Really lost a whole bunch of my niggas
Wish I could spend more time with my niggas
Trying to show you times important to a nigga
Trying spend some with you baby girl you see the picture
Sexy independent shawty yeah you all that
Don't treat me like the season after summertime and fall back
Texted you in a meeting when it's done you said you'd call back
I hope you call back
Tell me baby can I take you home
If I call late night will you pick up the phone
If I need you would you treat me like your own
East Atlanta nigga no lie
Shawty dripping get baptized through her thighs
Bad bitch talking all on my line
Flying private taking pictures with prime
Why we only fuck when we high
Girl you know we fuck all the time
Wear emotions all on your sleeve
You tell me you don't wanna leave
Let's have a conversation or something
Why you running round like it's nothing
If I call late night will you pick up the phone
If I need you would you treat me like your own
Ok I know you feel the vibe now
Gon and take a drive and you can tell me bout your drive now
Head to magic city see cam kirk he in the sky now
RIP to shay you know my angel in the sky now
Know you ain't suppose to ask but god I wonder why now
Really lost a whole bunch of my niggas
Wish I could spend more time with my niggas
Trying to show you times important to a nigga
Trying spend some with you baby girl you see the picture
Sexy independent shawty yeah you all that
Don't treat me like the season after summertime and fall back
Texted you in a meeting when it's done you said you'd call back
I hope you call back
Tell me baby can I take you home
If I call late night will you pick up the phone
If I need you would you treat me like your own
East Atlanta nigga no lie
Shawty dripping get baptized through her thighs
Bad bitch talking all on my line
Flying private taking pictures with prime
Why we only fuck when we high
Girl you know we fuck all the time
Wear emotions all on your sleeve
You tell me you don't wanna leave
Let's have a conversation or something
Why you running round like it's nothing
Credits
Writer(s): Shaun Buchanan
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