Hit My Line

Lyrics

[Intro] Hi, hit my line Hi, hit my line, line Hi, hit my line Hi, hit my line, line [Verse 1] I heard you got a nigga but you don't wanna be with him Nah, you don't And if he fuckin' your mood up, you don't gotta leave with him (Fuck that) No more Why them bad ones always find a waste of time? I can't understand it And tell me why the wack niggas always be the first in line Girl, do you need for me to handle that for ya? [Pre-Chorus] First night, I bought a link, all diamond Try-try it on I keep a bad bitch shinin' (Girl) Girl, it's you that I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin' Nice, just my type Get your life [Chorus] Tear the roof up, I like it Tryna be on what you on tonight Baby, gimme that fruit punch, she spiked it Feels right bein' wrong tonight, call me Hi, hit my line (My line, ooh) Girl, I need that one-on-one time Hi-hi, hit my line (Ooh) Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up [Verse 2] Tell me, baby, how you want it (Yeah) Side to side (Yeah) Let me upgrade you, supersize (Yeah) It's only the appetizer, so don't fill your plate up Baby, not yet I'ma get you them shoes he ain't get for you (Get for you) Get you that coupe that you been wantin' (Wantin') Fuck you in a house that you wanna live in Different type of nigga that you gotta deal with That's life [Pre-Chorus] First night, hit her with that Frankie Lymon (Da-da, da, da-da-da) Now she curve that nigga, stiff arm, hit the Heisman (Excuse me, woo) Damn, my girl fly, she perfect, priceless All she did was take that flight Get your life [Chorus] Baby, tear the roof up, I like it (Oh, yeah) Tryna be on what you on tonight (Oh) Baby, gimme that fruit punch, she spiked it (She spiked it) Feels right bein' wrong tonight, call me Hi, hit my line (My line, ooh) Girl, I need that one-on-one time (More than one, hi) Hi-hi, hit my line (My line, ooh) Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up (Oh-oh) [Bridge] Hi, hit my line Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up Hi-hi, hit my line Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up [Pre-Chorus] Call me, baby, all you gotta do is hit my line, hit my line, hit my line Baby, gimme that fruit punch, she spiked it (All you gotta do is) Hi, hit my line (Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up) Get your life [Chorus] Tear the roof up (Huh), I like it (Ooh) Tryna be on what you on tonight (Oh, na-na) Baby, gimme that fruit punch, she spiked it (Yeah, ooh) Feels right bein' wrong tonight, bring it closer, baby Hi, hit my line (Ooh) Girl, I need that one-on-one time (Hi) Hi, hit my line (Ooh) Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up (Fuck your, fuck your head up) [Outro] Hi, hit my line