Lyrics:
We could make time, take time, or waste time
FaceTime, late text, or daytime
We could eat out or meet now and say less
Been a week now we don't
I'mma level up
(We could level up)
I'mma level up
Wish I could tap X just to make you my ex
But I just add another X at the end of my text
I wish
attention don't get confused
You tried to hate you've failed
You like the things I do
Too many calls and texts
Yooh nigga nani you
Blunt stoner? Naf call
mañana
Borro tus texts y llamadas
Mientras tu haces la cama
Nadie se puede enterar
No quieres que yo me vaya
Todo el día me piensas
En Las noches me
sa rup microfonul
Asculta-ma cu atentie cum iti dau tonul
Ca am o minte a dracu, complexa si plina de dume
Flow, metrica, text, pizdo spune-mi pe nume
you yeah I gotta soft spot
Like I’m inna crockpot inna a drop top
All i know is one thing make money
And to them bitches no text back act funny
You love
también
Entre unos tantos, son cien
Pueden frenarlo, no men
Lanza granadas, de text
Solo intentarlo, ya next
Mantengo fresco, so fresh
Esos ojos pardos que
que passa
She want my salsa so I do bachata
Ooh I tell her chica quapa
Text her the addy come meet at the plaza
Gimme smooth vibes she kinda hood type
I
no really mind i'll text
I dey cripple em all fuck your vest
019 same old stress
I be walking around same old chest
Same old fist when i beat it
You
to UMD
Pull up to the dorm wait who is he
I don't really care but it's kinda fucked up how you don't text back
I don't get that
I just want a friend not
angry man I never meant it
You know that I love you, text message, never sent it
Now I'm kinda living life full of resentment
You did more than provide
the boy was crazy I just knew too much
A foreign texture hella extra yeah he do too much
So out of touch can’t even text you back he grew too much
Used
I just wanna
I just wanna
Be the one to party now with julianna
Julianna, I just wanna be the one too
Been a busy week
We text back and forth but its
when they on the gin
I love gin and whiskey I don’t know where to begin
I got texts from Gina, Linda I won’t let em in
If it don’t look like money then I
tests
Now the same ones be texting me
But I mize all they texts
Only answer the phone
When I know I’m correct
Gods on the phone
He said I’m up next
Top
text you like that
I wish I didn't have to go back to my past
As if I
As if I can erase a tragic end
And make you love me again
out of 10 and I can’t even win without Her
Not a text not a call I aint get no reply
Where you at whats going on girl you don’t gotta Lie
And its
strange looking at these texts that they be sending me
I got talent fuck a bandana
I'm from Florida but I got homies back in Atlanta
I wish for many more
down Eh
Punnani so juicy
Had him coming back cos he missed me
Yeah two am
He sent a text
Told me that i'm better than his ex
And i better than his next
the same
You never knew my name
I never had no fame
You call me on my phone
I might not text you back
Don't say you're all alone
Don't let them tell you
na akong masabi basta happy sa umaga
Awayin mo man ng awayin nakaka bawi ka naman
Alam mo kung papaano ako timplahin
Mga simple text mo, naaapriciate
you
Girl I just need you to
Dance with me
Vibe with me
Cuz’ you know that I’m falling for you
Can’t wait for that text to come through
When outside
nothing big
I brought the dranks all the weed and some chips
I text my momma imma be home late don't trip
Mom imma be home late Ok bye
Opens up the door
yeah high off that love
Obsessed with the simple things like the way that you dress
Or the smile on your face when you open my text
I saw you standing
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