Wristband
I wrote your number on my wristband (Ooooh)
This gon' be your favourite song (Favourite song)
You ain't gotta wait that long (Wait that long)
Your number on my wristband (Ooooh)
This gon' be your favourite song
And you ain't gotta wait that long
She'll probably
Bring her problems round to me like honestly
Know exactly what she must be thinking of undoubtedly
Women lie as much
That hoe don't care enough
Bet a hundred I'm gon' find out 'cause that hoe just dumb as fuck
Anyway just pass me your handle
Land your DM like pronto
I can't buy you a benzo but yeah I'll write you a song
I call it a spade 'cause it had to be said
I pull out my phone and my battery dead
That's why I wrote your number on my wristband
This gon' be your favourite song
And you ain't gotta wait that long
Your number on my wristband
This gon' be your favourite song
And you ain't gotta wait that long
I wrote your number on my wristband (Ooooh)
This gon' be your favourite song (Favourite song)
And you ain't gotta wait that long (Wait that long)
Your number on my wristband (Ooooh)
This gon' be your favourite song
And you ain't gotta wait that long
You wrote my number on your wristband
It's been two weeks I thought you'd hit me back
(Hit me back)
Don't tell me that you lost your phone
When all I did was wait that long
But boy that time has come and gone
I hate when niggas brush you off and then start acting different
I'm looking at this bottle and it's got me so damn faded
If you would call me right 'bout now I swear boy I would miss it
(Ok I'm wasted)
If you would call me back we might just kick it
You ain't trying hard enough to make some time
(Make some time)
You got out of line (Ooooh)
If you think that's fine, then you lost your mind
I know that you lying it shows on your face
On Facebook I'm friends with your girl and it shows that you just had a baby
I wrote your number on my wristband
This gon' be your favourite song
And you ain't gotta wait that long
Your number on my wristband
This gon' be your favourite song
And you ain't gotta wait that long
I wrote your number on my wristband (Ooooh)
This gon' be your favourite song (Favourite song)
And you ain't gotta wait that long (Wait that long)
Your number on my wristband (Ooooh)
This gon' be your favourite song
And you ain't gotta wait that long
I'll probably never hit her up
Bad habits when I'm sober, feel like filling up my cup
7-4-5-4 number 1-0-3-8
But when I call it's either off or she just never pick it up (Mxm)
I feel like Mr. Graham, I'm about a single take
Now I'm thinking about is that your number in the first place
And your WhatsApp DP ain't showing your face
How I'm 'posed to be sure?
Battling egos won't get us anywhere 'cause we both single
Now I ain't saying she a gold digger
But I know for certain she ain't messing with a broke nigga
To be honest with you
I ain't searching for love, it ain't nothing that I miss
I could write a whole song for a coco butter kiss
But the streets are too cold, umjolo wa nyisa dawg
This gon' be your favourite song (Favourite song)
You ain't gotta wait that long (Wait that long)
Your number on my wristband (Ooooh)
This gon' be your favourite song
And you ain't gotta wait that long
She'll probably
Bring her problems round to me like honestly
Know exactly what she must be thinking of undoubtedly
Women lie as much
That hoe don't care enough
Bet a hundred I'm gon' find out 'cause that hoe just dumb as fuck
Anyway just pass me your handle
Land your DM like pronto
I can't buy you a benzo but yeah I'll write you a song
I call it a spade 'cause it had to be said
I pull out my phone and my battery dead
That's why I wrote your number on my wristband
This gon' be your favourite song
And you ain't gotta wait that long
Your number on my wristband
This gon' be your favourite song
And you ain't gotta wait that long
I wrote your number on my wristband (Ooooh)
This gon' be your favourite song (Favourite song)
And you ain't gotta wait that long (Wait that long)
Your number on my wristband (Ooooh)
This gon' be your favourite song
And you ain't gotta wait that long
You wrote my number on your wristband
It's been two weeks I thought you'd hit me back
(Hit me back)
Don't tell me that you lost your phone
When all I did was wait that long
But boy that time has come and gone
I hate when niggas brush you off and then start acting different
I'm looking at this bottle and it's got me so damn faded
If you would call me right 'bout now I swear boy I would miss it
(Ok I'm wasted)
If you would call me back we might just kick it
You ain't trying hard enough to make some time
(Make some time)
You got out of line (Ooooh)
If you think that's fine, then you lost your mind
I know that you lying it shows on your face
On Facebook I'm friends with your girl and it shows that you just had a baby
I wrote your number on my wristband
This gon' be your favourite song
And you ain't gotta wait that long
Your number on my wristband
This gon' be your favourite song
And you ain't gotta wait that long
I wrote your number on my wristband (Ooooh)
This gon' be your favourite song (Favourite song)
And you ain't gotta wait that long (Wait that long)
Your number on my wristband (Ooooh)
This gon' be your favourite song
And you ain't gotta wait that long
I'll probably never hit her up
Bad habits when I'm sober, feel like filling up my cup
7-4-5-4 number 1-0-3-8
But when I call it's either off or she just never pick it up (Mxm)
I feel like Mr. Graham, I'm about a single take
Now I'm thinking about is that your number in the first place
And your WhatsApp DP ain't showing your face
How I'm 'posed to be sure?
Battling egos won't get us anywhere 'cause we both single
Now I ain't saying she a gold digger
But I know for certain she ain't messing with a broke nigga
To be honest with you
I ain't searching for love, it ain't nothing that I miss
I could write a whole song for a coco butter kiss
But the streets are too cold, umjolo wa nyisa dawg
Credits
Writer(s): Courtney Lubane
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