Lip Service 6 - Fxxxxy

You call up your friends

I call up my friends

And we can be friends

And we can creep when

You feel unsatisfied

They don’t know your type

I got it memorized

I know just how you like

Like A-B-C-D-E-F-G

You gon' pull up with your friends

I’ma come through with my friends

Then we gon' leave with no friends

When they ask you, that’s my friend

You gon' pull up with your friends

I’ma come through with my friends

Then we gon' leave with no friends

When they ask you, that’s my friend

Ringing, ringing, ringing, hear it loud

London bridges nigga comin' down

Pull up, skrt, I’ma product

Of these vows we acknowledge

Promise to marry pass college

Even she give me assignments

Strip and then call me to office

Practice till you passin' flawless

Girl you getting too cocky

Fuck around and be walking

Lucky me so naughty

I’m so hooked on phonics

Gave her love like guitar strings

And a strap cause lord these

Bitch niggas hate my team

Know the feds is watching

So so much drama

Please fuck me, no problems

No quickies, no stopping

Soak up my collar

My wrist and this bottle till all its forgotten

And fallen past bottoms with my pack of condoms, wait

Hold up, where the condoms?

Back up off me, you wildin'

Please tell me lord in my pocket

Oh and this bitch will not stop it

I want to keep living childless

Bitch got me feeling real childish

I can pull out maybe, probably

Fuck it, I’ll pull out, I promise

Like A-B-C-D-E-F-G

You gon' pull up with your friends

I’ma come through with my friends

Then we gon' leave with no friends

When they ask you, that’s my friend

You gon' pull up with your friends

I’ma come through with my friends

Then we gon' leave with no friends

When they ask you, that’s my friend