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Chevy Woods

TXT ME

 

TXT ME

(album: MASK ON - 2021)


That shit hit different when you text me
I'll keep your secrets if you let me
Come out them Vickys, you so sexy
Girl, you the wave and I'm your jet-ski
Them other bitches, I ain't worried 'bout, no, no, no
Made this for you, 'cause baby, this your song (Song)

Girl, if it's mine, then keep it tight for me
Nobody else's girl, 'cause you're my shawty
Backshots, love when you tell me go deep
It's Friday night and you been working all week
Just take them shots, girl, let's get saucy
I love that walk, I know it's all me
Girl, we be fucking up the bedsheets
I got you screaming out you miss me
No Nickelodeon, you all that
On the 'Gram with your friends and they all bad
I missed your call, I know you hate when I don't call back
You know it's nothing but love, baby, stop that

That shit hit different when you text me
I'll keep your secrets if you let me
Come out them Vickys, you so sexy
Girl, you the wave and I'm your jet-ski
Them other bitches, I ain't worried 'bout, no, no, no
Made this for you, 'cause baby, this your song (Song)

I got bad intentions with some bad bitches
They be hating from the bleachers, baby, fuck them mad bitches
I don't know what you been sipping
Look, I just want the top, don't do no kissing
And she just wanna turn up off that '42
I get wavy off McQueen, baby, forty-proof
How you gon' hit them shots if you don't never shoot?
I told her hit the button, now we lost the roof
Look, it ain't me if it ain't big business
Just bring your friend, I think we need a witness
Girl, it's some shit you gotta lie about
Don't tell what happened off in my house

That shit hit different when you text me
I'll keep your secrets if you let me
Come out them Vickys, you so sexy
Girl, you the wave and I'm your jet-ski
Them other bitches, I ain't worried 'bout, no, no, no
Made this for you, 'cause baby, this your song (Song)

I don't think he's changed a thing
Go on, jump
No, I don't wanna jump
Yes, you do
You smoke crack, don't you?
You smoke crack, don't you?
Look at me, boy, don't you smoke crack?
Y-y-yes, sir
Do you know what that does to you? Huh?
No, sir
It kills your brain cells, son, it kills your brain cells
Now, when you're destroying your brain cells, you're doing the same thing as killing yourself, you're just doing it slower
Now, I say if you wanna kill yourself, don't fuck around with it, go on and do it expeditiously
Now go on and jump, jump
No, I don't wanna kill myself, sir

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