Sexting

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I caught her, she was headed for the door The DJ had her rocking back and forth And shorty had a body, like, Lord I grabbed her by the hand and she turned around Then she started to look me up and down She saw the Gucci boot, belt, comma, plus the bag So easily I had that in the bag Now I'm fittin' and she's growing more attached Fine wine, my kind of woman, mature Text messaging each other more and more [Pre-Chorus] And I say show me something, she be like LOL, ha Quit playing games, TTYL Then she get up the nerve and be like, oh, what the hell ("You've got mail") [Chorus] She be sending pictures She be saying I can't wait until I'm wit'cha Get the picture Looking at them flicks got be 'bout to crash Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting Told her send your boy a photo She be saying better make sure it's a no show, that's a no, no Don't let your homegirl see what I'm sending back Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting [Verse 2] Now what I saw, it caught me by surprise So beautiful, like heaven to my eyes She get the smooth hips and lips and thighs Energize, it's giving me a rise Dignified but she freaky in the slide Send one in those heels, and I'm like, hold up, baby, chill Got me swerving, I got one hand on the wheel The other one scrolling, tryna hold it down Time to get back to you, baby, look at how you got me now [Pre-Chorus] And I say show me something, she be like LOL Quit playing games, TTYL And then she get up the nerve and be like, oh, what the hell ("You've got mail") [Chorus] She be sending pictures She be saying I can't wait until I'm wit'cha Get the picture Looking at them flicks got be 'bout to crash Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting Told her send your boy a photo She be saying better make sure it's a no show, that's a no, no Don't let your homegirl see what I'm sending back Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting [Bridge] I'm on a high with all the emails and the texting It's time to get a blessing, I'm 'bout to teach you a lesson Got my mind on pumper game, ready to hump And I'm feeling kinda froggy, nigga ready to jump On you right now, let's make it do what it do (And you know where I'm at) Her kind of loving lay you flat on your back I keep it simple and plain, there ain't no shame in my game I beat it up all night, I give you pleasure and pain [Chorus] She be sending pictures She be saying I can't wait until I'm wit'cha Get the picture Looking at them flicks got be 'bout to crash Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting Told her send your boy a photo (Send your boy a photo) She be saying better make sure it's a no show, that's a no, no Don't let your homegirl see what I'm sending back Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting