Lip Service 6

You call up your friends
I call up my friends
And we can be friends
And we can creep when
You feel unsatisfied
They don’t know your type
I got it memorized
I know just how you like
Like A-B-C-D-E-F-G
You gon' pull up with your friends
I’ma come through with my friends
Then we gon' leave with no friends
When they ask you, that’s my friend
You gon' pull up with your friends
I’ma come through with my friends
Then we gon' leave with no friends
When they ask you, that’s my friend
Ringing, ringing, ringing, hear it loud
London bridges nigga comin' down
Pull up, skrt, I’ma product
Of these vows we acknowledge
Promise to marry pass college
Even she give me assignments
Strip and then call me to office
Practice till you passin' flawless
Girl you getting too cocky
Fuck around and be walking
Lucky me so naughty
I’m so hooked on phonics
Gave her love like guitar strings
And a strap cause lord these
Bitch niggas hate my team
Know the feds is watching
So so much drama
Please fuck me, no problems
No quickies, no stopping
Soak up my collar
My wrist and this bottle till all its forgotten
And fallen past bottoms with my pack of condoms, wait
Hold up, where the condoms?
Back up off me, you wildin'
Please tell me lord in my pocket
Oh and this bitch will not stop it
I want to keep living childless
Bitch got me feeling real childish
I can pull out maybe, probably
Fuck it, I’ll pull out, I promise
Like A-B-C-D-E-F-G
You gon' pull up with your friends
I’ma come through with my friends
Then we gon' leave with no friends
When they ask you, that’s my friend
You gon' pull up with your friends
I’ma come through with my friends
Then we gon' leave with no friends
When they ask you, that’s my friend