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What you wanna do when you're speed dial hollerin'? Oh, seven nine, 4 a.m., rude boy ting I can keep you up, put you down if I want to Tell me, what's good? Still around, guess I like you Keep me on the line, I'll catch you out if I feel to Never one to start it up, walk away, you need to Catch me on your mind, leavin' scraps for you to figure out Turnin' in your sleep shit's weak, clear your mind now I'ma leave you bitter, wishin' we were never timed out Say you're really 'bout it, but you call every night now Look at me, look at you, I get down real low I already figured out you ain't ready, take it slow What you wanna do when you're speed dial hollerin'? Oh, seven, nine, 4 a.m. rude boy ting Oh, seven, nine, 4 a.m. rude boy ting Rude boy ting What you wanna do when you're speed dial hollerin'? Oh, seven, nine, I ain't here for no long time Gimme what I need when I need it, if you 'bout this If you don't know, then boy, swift dismiss Fiendin' for your time, and I got it how you like 30 klicks to my house and I'm down for the night Is it good? Is it nice? Gonna come through twice? Real talk, are you really 'bout this spice? Say what you want, need to hear, what's on your mind b? Never leave you guessin', I'ma tell you where to find me Taught you what you know, now you wanna get rowdy Nobody watchin', but you act up loudly What you wanna do when you're speed dial hollerin'? Oh, seven, nine, 4 a.m. rude boy ting
Writer(s): James Brown, Claude Kelly, Thomas Callaway, Richard Finch, Harry Casey, Matthew Kahane, Billy Nicholls Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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