Hinge Boy

You could hit me when you want a little love With no strings, no strings Hinge boy with the nose ring Told him if he come through, then don't blink And I send him home at sunrise That's the routine, yeah, yeah Disclaimer, I been on paper, yeah He's such a player, yeah, yeah, he try to hide it, but I know His dad was in the league, that's why he hit it like a pro And I just wanna kiss and tell my friends, that's how it goes I like it when his hands 'round my neck I love that shit (I love that shit) You could hit me when you want a little love With no strings, no strings Hinge boy with the nose ring Told him if he come through, then don't blink And I send him home at sunrise That's the routine Want a little love With no strings, no strings Hinge boy with the nose ring I know he only come through for one thing And I send him home at sunrise That's the routine (yeah, yeah, yeah) He say he don't got the time, well, perfect, neither do I But I might cut a couple of hours out for you tonight I just name a time and place and couple things that I like And, no, I don't got no whip, but I'm ridin' it like a bike Damn, New York, got me sayin', "Yes, yes" Wait, okay, yes, sorry I'm too busy for a boy that wanna know me He's a trophy He could hit me when he want a little love With no strings, no strings Hinge boy with the nose ring Told him if he come through, then don't blink And I send him home at sunrise That's the routine Want a little love With no strings, no strings Hinge boy with the nose ring I know he only come through for one thing And I send him home at sunrise That's the routine (routine, yeah, yeah, yeah) I like it when his hands 'round my neck (I like, my neck) I love that shit, his hands 'round my neck Take five, then we go to ten, feels like seventh heaven Test him out, just us as friends, bend it like it's Beckham Plot twist, I love when he dips, he can't spend the night but He could hit me when he want a little love With no strings, no strings (no strings) Hinge boy with the nose ring (nose ring, yeah, yeah) Told him if he come through, then don't blink And I send him home at sunrise That's the routine Want a little love With no strings, no strings Hinge boy with the nose ring I know he only come through for one thing And I send him home at sunrise That's the routine (routine, yeah, yeah, yeah) I like it when his hands 'round my neck (Fuck me up, fuck me up, yeah) I love that shit, his hands 'round my neck (Fuck me up, fuck me up, fuck me up, yeah)