Lyrics

Uh yeah Oh woah, oh woah yeah Oh woah, oh woah yeah My girlfriend left me again But I got a bunch of bitches all queueing up for me I'm in a room full of bitches But I'm still feeling lonely Pick up the phone let me make it up to you I think she heard 'bout my Tuesday chick, But she just gives me head on some toupee shit Even when I got caught with a date She still turned up to my court date Used to have a Ponto and now you see me in the Benz, I don't wanna get rich, leave you in the ends I know I messed up but just give me another chance Pick up the phone let me make it up to you Let me make it up to you I know I messed up but them other girls mean nothing to me Pick up the phone let me make it up to you Let me make it up to you In my zone yeah yeah yeah yeah Why the promises? Imma keep it 100 regardless of the situation, I respect you like mumma I'm being honest and, you can say I'm a lover I keep it foreign to them niggas I don't know but Right now it's all about you, it's all about you I be on my mojo, you say we solo Wanna keep it on the low low, like baby hold on Yeah yeah we were the flyest They call you Mya, I call you mine and You was a rider, straight in designer The D&G or the Prada you know the eyes on us Walk up in the club, like eyes on us Something of these niggas I know they can't shine on us You know what be missing when we kick it at the crib Pick up the phone let me make it up to you Let me make it up to you I know I messed up but them other girls mean nuun to me Pick up the phone let me make it up to you Let me make it up to you Pick up the phone let me make it up to you Let me make it up to you I know I messed up but them other girls mean nuun to me Pick up the phone let me make it up to you Let me make it up to you
Writer(s): Pahuldip Singh Sandhu, Courtney Freckleton, A Singh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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