blow up this phone
My baby is up and uh wildin
Shit oh, oh no
My baby is up and uh wildin
Shit oh, oh no
She blowin my phone I can't even call home
I don't even know man I don't needa know
I don't need her anyway, I don't need her anyway
I don't need her anyway she just hate the way I play
That's all I'm tryna say
Damn you really know how to blow up this phone
She won't leave me alone, tryna chill with the bros
Leave me alone (just leave me alone)
Tall and brown you're just my type
She said that I'm the one she likes
The one she likes yes
The one she likes
My baby is up and uh wildin
Shit oh, oh no
My baby is up and uh wildin
Shit oh, oh no
If you're done tryna play you can come my way
I'm done playing games babe watchu gotta say
Just show me show me show
You know I gotta know
Blowin up my phone (blowin up my phone)
You're blowin up my phone (blowin up my phone)
If you need something text me
No reason to test me
Shoulda known she would best me
Go ahead tell your besties
All these bitches always care about the drama with me
Fuck em they don't even have a sense of self privacy
I got no time for bitches
See I got my own type of mission
I'm not even in that condition
But if you got that ambition
We can choose a position
I just need your permission
I just need you to listen
Shit oh, oh no
My baby is up and uh wildin
Shit oh, oh no
She blowin my phone I can't even call home
I don't even know man I don't needa know
I don't need her anyway, I don't need her anyway
I don't need her anyway she just hate the way I play
That's all I'm tryna say
Damn you really know how to blow up this phone
She won't leave me alone, tryna chill with the bros
Leave me alone (just leave me alone)
Tall and brown you're just my type
She said that I'm the one she likes
The one she likes yes
The one she likes
My baby is up and uh wildin
Shit oh, oh no
My baby is up and uh wildin
Shit oh, oh no
If you're done tryna play you can come my way
I'm done playing games babe watchu gotta say
Just show me show me show
You know I gotta know
Blowin up my phone (blowin up my phone)
You're blowin up my phone (blowin up my phone)
If you need something text me
No reason to test me
Shoulda known she would best me
Go ahead tell your besties
All these bitches always care about the drama with me
Fuck em they don't even have a sense of self privacy
I got no time for bitches
See I got my own type of mission
I'm not even in that condition
But if you got that ambition
We can choose a position
I just need your permission
I just need you to listen
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Writer(s): Matuel Kinai Marshall, Matuel Marshall
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