Lyrics

Yeah, oh Look, she hit me up on the regular 3 AM and she blowin' up my cellular Every night she got my phone going brrr brrr So I'm bout to serve it up, Roger Federer Lately I've been coming through, like every night Cause she know she can get it whenever she like She in the bed and she layin' on her back Sending pictures to my phone Like "I'm ready, where you at?" I know she want it That's why she callin' She got me running All these yellow lights She craving, waiting for it every night I'm speeding, fiending for that paradise That's why I'm flying through these yellow lights Can't think twice, she want it bad She want it bad Can't think twice, I"m running that Can't think twice cause she want it bad Full speed, tryna score like a running back Cop cars in my rearview Tryna slow me down now, ha, good luck with that I'm swerving lanes, stick shift Windows down, Tokyo Drift shit I'm getting closer every minute She keep on sending pictures to my phone Like "I'm ready, come and get it" I know she want it That's why she callin' She got me running All these yellow lights She craving, waiting for it every night I'm speeding, fiending for that paradise That's why I'm flying through these yellow lights Can't think twice, she want it bad She want it bad Can't think twice, I"m running that Girl, I'm on my way, way, way Just wait up for me, me, me I got what you need, need, need I can't wait 'til you are next to me So I just keep running all of these Yellow lights She craving, waiting for it every night I'm speeding, fiending for that paradise That's why I'm flying through these yellow lights Can't think twice, she want it bad She want it bad (oh yeah) Can't think twice, I"m running that (aha) She want it bad So bad, so bad Can't think twice, I"m running that
Writer(s): Samuel J. Watters, Steven Andre Battey, Carlos Centel Battey, Ian Eric Kirkpatrick, Jake Harris Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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