Bad Texter
It's 30
Open up your heart
Open of your mind and shit for me
Hop in on the plane
Hop in on the plane this ain't no getaway
I don't know how long since I took a break
I don't count the minutes
I don't count the days
I just count on God, I know he keep me safe
While I do, what I gotta, to get this dirty paper
Walking through a battered field, leaving unscathed
Got a sexy lil' mami and she a bad texter
She only know how to send me pictures below the waist
Baby sometimes I need
Someone to open up with and talk about my feelings
But all of these bitches, they only want two things
That's just the reason I gotta keep my distance
Keep me close if your care 'cause
I don't know how much longer i'mma be here
So I, keep on pushing to show you it's always real with me
In the field with me, right here with me
I don't even know what your name is
Tell me how i ended up on your playlist?
Got your man upset, this ain't okay with him
'Cause I'm all up inside you and getting paid for it
You can blame it on me
Baby trust me, this ain't just me
Moving fast, I'm on a dash can't see me
Pull up on you, leave your heart in pieces
Hop in on the plane this ain't no getaway
I don't know how long since I took a break
I don't count the minutes
I don't count the days
I just count on God, I know he keep me safe
While I do, what I gotta, to get this dirty paper
Walking through a battered field, leaving unscathed
Got a sexy lil' mami and she a bad texter
She only know how to send me pictures below the waist
Leave me alone
Please leave me alone
Leave me alone
You a bad texter
You a bad texter
You a bad texter
Sending pictures so you show us what you like
But you a bad texter, you a bad texter
Sending pictures so you show us what you like
I'll leave you my phone in the middle of the night
You a bad texter, you a bad texter
You a bad texter, you a bad texter
Hop in on the plane this ain't no getaway
I don't know how long since I took a break
I don't count the minutes
I don't count the days
I just count on God, I know he keep me safe
While I do, what I gotta, to get this dirty paper
Walking through a battered field, leaving unscathed
Got a sexy lil' mami and she a bad texter
She only know how to send me pictures below the waist
Open up your heart
Open of your mind and shit for me
Hop in on the plane
Hop in on the plane this ain't no getaway
I don't know how long since I took a break
I don't count the minutes
I don't count the days
I just count on God, I know he keep me safe
While I do, what I gotta, to get this dirty paper
Walking through a battered field, leaving unscathed
Got a sexy lil' mami and she a bad texter
She only know how to send me pictures below the waist
Baby sometimes I need
Someone to open up with and talk about my feelings
But all of these bitches, they only want two things
That's just the reason I gotta keep my distance
Keep me close if your care 'cause
I don't know how much longer i'mma be here
So I, keep on pushing to show you it's always real with me
In the field with me, right here with me
I don't even know what your name is
Tell me how i ended up on your playlist?
Got your man upset, this ain't okay with him
'Cause I'm all up inside you and getting paid for it
You can blame it on me
Baby trust me, this ain't just me
Moving fast, I'm on a dash can't see me
Pull up on you, leave your heart in pieces
Hop in on the plane this ain't no getaway
I don't know how long since I took a break
I don't count the minutes
I don't count the days
I just count on God, I know he keep me safe
While I do, what I gotta, to get this dirty paper
Walking through a battered field, leaving unscathed
Got a sexy lil' mami and she a bad texter
She only know how to send me pictures below the waist
Leave me alone
Please leave me alone
Leave me alone
You a bad texter
You a bad texter
You a bad texter
Sending pictures so you show us what you like
But you a bad texter, you a bad texter
Sending pictures so you show us what you like
I'll leave you my phone in the middle of the night
You a bad texter, you a bad texter
You a bad texter, you a bad texter
Hop in on the plane this ain't no getaway
I don't know how long since I took a break
I don't count the minutes
I don't count the days
I just count on God, I know he keep me safe
While I do, what I gotta, to get this dirty paper
Walking through a battered field, leaving unscathed
Got a sexy lil' mami and she a bad texter
She only know how to send me pictures below the waist
Credits
Writer(s): Luis Witkiewitz, Jacob Rivera, Nathaniel Morales
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