Alexa (feat. Nineteen94)

Yo Alexa
Call that bitch that I been textin'
That booty thick like she's from Texas
If she don't answer leave a message

She pulled up on me
She's undressing
Took off them jeans
Put on some shorts from out my dresser (aye)
Its my routine
My crib got seen and that impressed her (aye)

But I ain't impressed wit nothin
She got some ass
She got some class
She got some breasts or sumn

But she came with half
I put her on blast
Now she wants to rest or sumn
But I need it all
Cuz I run the city like I'm in a rush or sumn

And she got bagged, she's down bad
But I ain't entrusting nothin
Then I sent her back cause I did the math
And we ain't discussing nothin

Yo Alexa
Call that bitch that keep on flexin'
I hit that shit she made me breakfast
Now here they go calling me sexist

She's 23 and drives a Lexus
She's with me she get respected
She 5' 3" so is my necklace
She gives me head it might get hectic



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Writer(s): La'vell Williams
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