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Ooh, ohh | Ohh | Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you
Ooh, ohh Ohh Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you Thinkin' 'bout what I might do Don't know what'd got into me Probably 'cause you keep sendin' me Them late night messages Late night messages Late night messages Late night messages Keep sendin' them late night messages Late night messages Late night messages Late night messages, oh-woah oh-woah You always talkin' 'bout you know your worth You through with searchin' 'round, you know what you deserve He put you through some wild shit, that ain't me You know what I'm about, you get just what you see Ain't got no time for discussion, tryna get into something Shorty hittin' my phone sayin' she need it, she want it At the house all alone (?) When I leave, say she still feel me in her stomach She gon' tell you she love you, but she been with the kid We get it poppin', send a message like he leavin' the crib Like to smoke when I drive, roll some weed then I dip Before I come through, she in the bed And once I get over, I keep it goin', don't stop You show how much you love it when you get on top Your man's comin' home so we gon' keep the door locked Been smokin' and drinkin' his liquor, now we both hot We fuckin' like we tryna catch feelings Got you bangin' on the walls, girl, you shakin' up the buildin' Baby girl, tell me what the deal is Ain't nothing like them other guys, you fuckin' with the realest Young Wiz Ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you Thinkin' 'bout what I might do Don't know what'd got into me Probably 'cause you keep sendin' me Them late night messages Late night messages Late night messages Late night messages Keep sendin' them late night messages Late night messages Late night messages Late night messages, oh-woah oh-woah Nothing's the same No one would play, or come over play I ain't with them games Don't even call, I'm just comin' over Fresh off the plane You gave him a try, he left your heart broke But never again It's starting to get late I know what you want, but I ain't gon' judge you That ain't the case Send me a message, soon as I get it Tell me, "Erase it" Usually don't do this, know what you're doin' You ain't no lame Are you ready for it? Are you ready for it? Never bored, I'ma get my phone, press record Girl, I'm grown so don't worry 'bout nobody knowin' It was good, I decided to see what you was doin' It's been a long time but this thing ain't foreign Give it to you hard we fuckin' up the headboard Switching up positions in the bed, we ain't bored Takin' you up in the sky, feel like you soarin' I was supposed to be writin' songs but I'm in my low-low When I'm ridin' 'round thinkin' 'bout you Thinkin' 'bout what I might do Don't know what'd got into me Probably 'cause you keep sendin' me Them late night messages Late night messages Late night messages Late night messages Keep sendin' them late night messages Late night messages Late night messages Late night messages, oh-woah oh-woah 'Cause when I say, "Slide", you slide And when you say, "Ride", I ride Keep a bad bitch by my side And when I say, "Go", you go And when you say, "Roll", I roll You're the last one to hit my phone In my car all alone
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