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Pick up the phone, girl, I done called about a million times What's up with you? (What's up with you?) I'm down to ride and slide And I'd do anything, it's about you I tried to leave you a couple times But girl, I'm stuck with you (stuck with you) When I'm with you I try to play rewind I can't get enough of you Oh, she from Atlanta and she smokin' dope (dope) She told me her pa said, "Baby, just stay hella slow" (slow) She said don't break her 'cause her heart been broken up before (before) But she ain't answering' lately tell her pick up the phone Pick up the phone, I been callin' you All night, all day High school, flirtin' in the hallway Pick up the phone, I been callin' you Somehow, someway You got a new nigga, then it's gun play And you might think I'm crazy But I need you to have my baby Oh, I'm in love I never been faded but I'm addicted and you my drug Pick up the phone so we can work it out Pick up the phone, I'm tryna hit you, oh, Lord When the track this slow, you bring 'em in If I got beef with them, we spin Garoppolo, my bitch a ten It's me and you 'til the very end I make 'em late night, get dressed up for date night When she pop a Perc, she go berserk She 'bout to take flight and fuck all night I'm trappin' all day and I come back to you On the block I was servin' the avenue You the one that put up with my attitude Reminiscin', we be fuckin' after school And you're my little secret And that's how we gon' Fuck that, I want the world to know Feel like I'm becomin' a man But I done hurt plenty girls before Was fuckin' a bitch on the Gram Be quiet, I don't want my girl to know Just press rewind and I don't wanna waste your time A bitch like you is so hard to find And can you please answer your line? You on my mind Pick up the phone, I been callin' you All night, all day High school, flirtin' in the hallway Pick up the phone, I been callin' you Somehow, someway You got a new nigga, then it's gun play And you might think I'm crazy But I need you to have my baby Oh, I'm in love I never been faded but I'm addicted and you my drug Pick up the phone so we can work it out Pick up the phone, I'm tryna hit you, oh, Lord
Writer(s): Turran Coleman, Kee Vin Lewis, Clarke Reilly Leblanc Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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