My Call
So to nobody at all
Hoping that you get my call
And when you pick up the phone
Tell me when you comin' home
So to nobody at all
Tell me when you comin' home
This is how I like it
Know that you could never stay the night,
But you're invited
Good at making love, but we just fuckin',
So don't wife it
Pussy been in mouths that it ain't met
It's so enticing,
So come and try it
You say I'm wrong for that
To fuck you like I do
And then don't text you back
Don't got no time for that
Don't even have your number saved
In my contacts
So to nobody at all
Hoping that you get my call
And when you pick up the phone
Tell me when you comin' home
So to nobody at all
(So to nobody at all)
Tell me when you comin' home
(Tell me when you comin' home)
Let's keep this quite
For the both of us
Hope you don't think
That you're the only one
I got
A few niggas in my bag
A few that I ain't hit back
A few niggas on my
A few that mad as shit
You say I'm wrong for that
To fuck you like I do
And then don't text you back
I don't have no time for that
Don't even have your number saved
In my contacts
So to nobody at all
Hoping that you get my call
And when you pick up the phone
Tell me when you comin' home
So to nobody at all
(So to nobody at all)
Tell me when you comin' home
(Tell me when you comin' home)
So to nobody at all
Hoping that you get my call
And when you pick up the phone
Tell me when you comin' home
Tell me when you comin' home
Hoping that you get my call
And when you pick up the phone
Tell me when you comin' home
So to nobody at all
Tell me when you comin' home
This is how I like it
Know that you could never stay the night,
But you're invited
Good at making love, but we just fuckin',
So don't wife it
Pussy been in mouths that it ain't met
It's so enticing,
So come and try it
You say I'm wrong for that
To fuck you like I do
And then don't text you back
Don't got no time for that
Don't even have your number saved
In my contacts
So to nobody at all
Hoping that you get my call
And when you pick up the phone
Tell me when you comin' home
So to nobody at all
(So to nobody at all)
Tell me when you comin' home
(Tell me when you comin' home)
Let's keep this quite
For the both of us
Hope you don't think
That you're the only one
I got
A few niggas in my bag
A few that I ain't hit back
A few niggas on my
A few that mad as shit
You say I'm wrong for that
To fuck you like I do
And then don't text you back
I don't have no time for that
Don't even have your number saved
In my contacts
So to nobody at all
Hoping that you get my call
And when you pick up the phone
Tell me when you comin' home
So to nobody at all
(So to nobody at all)
Tell me when you comin' home
(Tell me when you comin' home)
So to nobody at all
Hoping that you get my call
And when you pick up the phone
Tell me when you comin' home
Tell me when you comin' home
Credits
Writer(s): Maria Carmen Montero
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