Lyrics

And she gon' hit my line every time for the week When she's at her social function she goes home with me When she's all alone she goes back to the fiends When she's at the crib we like to keep it all discrete And she gon' hit my line For the time, for the week, she's all mine I don't care about these hoes They don't care about my mind (But) Back in the crib saying "baby don't trust me" I don't know She screaming "Khaled come home" Two phones Two hoes These shawties don't know me All on my own With a pack of Newports Keep my hand on the stove 'Cuz I want to feel something Just hit the store Got a pair of new cords' I got a pair of it I just fucked her friend so I'm comparing it I'm not gon' be seen with this lil' shawty It's embarrassing You can pull up between two and three And take the back door I don't want you back or I'm just bored as fuck again Two phones Two hoes These shawties don't know me All on my own With a pack of Newports Keep my hand on the stove 'Cuz I want to feel something Just hit the store Got a pair of new cords' I got a pair of it I just fucked her friend so I'm comparing it I'm not gon' be seen with this lil' shawty It's embarrassing You can pull up between two and three And take the back door I don't want you back or I'm just bored as fuck again Got my nose bleeding Heat-seeking Gatekeeping Yeah you wanna find out I think I'm going blind now Interstate, I'm outta state Driving down the 6 I'm just gon' fly out (Hold up) Catch me rolling high bound I'm not rolling high stakes Dinner on my plate enough I got up in higher places Some might say they lived enough I might have to buy some happiness Sell it quick Bag it up Make a flip Cashing out Then call it quits (Ha) I'm playing That's a script Or a skit Take your pick I want money You want dick Wanna have options Why don't u let me decide Never thought u were flawless I just found out love was blind Two phones Two hoes These shawties don't know me All on my own With a pack of Newports Keep my hand on the stove 'Cuz I want to feel something Just hit the store Got a pair of new cords' I got a pair of it I just fucked her friend so I'm comparing it I'm not gon' be seen with this lil' shawty It's embarrassing You can pull up between two and three And take the back door I don't want you back (Baby) (Take the backdoor)
Writer(s): Tobias Holme Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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