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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #120
Peak in subgenre #19
Author
Reaper/TrapHittaz
Rights
2011
Uploaded
March 05, 2011
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:02
Lyrics
That's my ringtone shawty, everytime she hit me up
Know it's gon' be a good night, she gon' suck my nuts up
While I'm dippin' in the wide body, sittin' next to my hottie
Damn she got a bad body, keep a model ridin' shotty
Here go my ringtone shawty, lookin' for a good f***
By the time the nights over, I'm gon' have them legs tucked
And she take it like a pro, a hood b*** , yeah that's wsup
And she know she not my girlfriend, she know I just be servin'
There go my phone lightin' up, hope it's my ringtone shawty
Got it playin' Pretty Pussy everytime that girl call me
And she know she bad wit' it, only f*** wit' bad b*** es
I never f*** a scabby ho, they get mad and turn snitches
Don't need no crazy ass b*** tryin' to play wit' my riches
And I don't need a wifey ma, I don't want you doin' dishes
I just want you on yo' knees, slurpin' on these 8 inches
And if she is not down wit' it, I got b*** es on the benches
Runnin' in the next lane, this redbone give some hella brain
Park the car, I'm 'bout to crash; on the hood, I tag her ass
Drop her off at her mama's, cum runnin' down her legs
And if she a freaky b*** , I'll have that girl turnin' lez
My night is not complete, 'less I knock shawty out the box
The first time that I met her, she was drinkin' on patron
And that very same night, I had them digits in my phone
Now I hit it every Friday, and she don't leave 'til Sunday
But we don't do no double dates, I'm steady smashin' at her gates
I hope she not in love wit' me, cuz she gon' be disappointed
I can't even love no ho, you freak wit' me, then go home
We got a good thing shawty, we just need leave that 'lone
She's my number one breezy, never known for cock teasin'
Never see her in the daytime, only holla in the evenin'
And when she hit me on the hip, I can tell her ass fiendin'
She needin' big daddy, she got a ass end like a caddy
We don't talk about her day, I never ask her 'bout her life
And a lot of girls would say, that n*** Reaper there is trife
But he always keep it gutta, and he never tells a lie
Look ma I'm not'cha man, you got problems, call a friend
You can't help my dividends, so you not gon' ride wit' me
What we do is what we do, during late night privacy
And you get cut off real quick, all the time be callin' me
