Yeah
Radio Killa
Radio right, right, right
Let you breathe, let you breathe, let you breathe
Let you breathe, let you breathe, let you breathe
Shorty hit me when you get off
Come straight here and take your shit off
Get on this train and don't you stop don't get off
Of this, until
You fucking cum hard for me
You call out to your God for me
Break you down 'til you confide in me
As I give it to you nice and deep
Uh, I wanna wake up to your perfume in my bed, oh yeah
Then when you're leave here, girl, I'm all that's in your head
Sincerely, yours
And you were so good, so good
I need that shit back, ah, yeah (I need that shit back)
Now you done missed your nine to give
But I'm back inside, wrapped up in your legs
And I know, I know, you gotta go
Even if you ain't gotta go, you gotta go
You don't want me to know
That shit was bomb, ring the alarm
Just walk it off, play it off
Fake texting, small talk
Left twenty minutes ago
Still sitting outside in the car
Shorty hit me when you get off (Get off)
Come straight here and take your shit off (Take your shit off)
Get on this train and don't you stop, don't get off (Don't get off)
Of this, until, huh
You fucking cum hard for me
You call out to your God for me
Break you down 'til you confide in me
As I give it to you nice and deep
Hit me on the phone today and say, "can we make this fast?", oh yeah
Baby, quick or long, I'm still gonna make it last, oh yeah
She says it's too good, that makes it all bad
She just got back in school, working on her graduate
She focused as fuck, ain't having that
But then she climbs right back to me
Tryna sex up another hundred degree
The way she's fucking me
She should have a degree by now
She say that D got her three semesters behind
She say that D got her three semesters behind
Shorty hit me when you get off
Come straight here and take your shit off
Get on this train and don't you stop, don't get off
Of this, until
You fucking cum hard for me
You call out to your God for me
Break you down 'til you confide in me
As I give it to you nice and deep
And I know, I know, you gotta go
Even if you ain't gotta go, you gotta go
You don't want me to know
That shit was bomb, ring the alarm
Just walk it off, play it off
Fake texting, small talk
Left twenty minutes ago
Still sitting outside in the car, ah