Morning Traffic

(album: FAN OUT OF RUCKS - 2018)

Keep my number in your phone
I can promise that you think I'm the reason
I be giving you the taste (Aye)
Shorty you know I'm not one that get to feelings
You say you can't stand your mans
Fuck that nigga said you finna' go and leave him
Every time you hear my number (Uh)
I don't even know why you be tryna fix shit

Fix it, fix it up like
Fix it up like shorty 'bout to build a wife
Yeah yeah yeah
You be tryna fix it up
Fuck with' a nigga if you coming with the salt
Real shit baby I know you, Wednesday night I rolled through
Cumming cumming have me hard, beat it up like Goku
Girl I'm like a Snapchat, 'cause I might just ghost you
But we chilling watching Netflix had to cop the Roku
I'm a magician baby I make my tongue control you
Pussy bring back to life, I just call that pussy soul food
Said you over the stupid shit, 'cause that shit the old you
I'm just hoping the new you would let a nigga hold you
Shorty throwing it back just like it was fucking '02
Need a super freaky freak that's tryna suck my toes to
Only time I say this shit is when I'm off the cold brew
She say she don't wanna know about the hoes, oh, oops

Keep my number in your phone
I can promise that you think I'm the reason
I be giving you the taste
Shorty you know I'm not one that get to feelings
You say you can't stand your mans
Fuck that nigga said you finna go and leave him
Every time you hit my number
I don't even know why you be tryna fix shit

Tell me when you're tryna cum, come call me over
Everybody getting some good just like Oprah
Working on them thicky thighs yeah you know I see it
I be going double in that pussy like a helix
Tell me when you're tryna cum, come call me over
Everybody getting some good just like Oprah
Working on them thicky thighs yeah you know I see it
I be going double in that pussy like a helix

Fix it up like
Fix it, fix it up like