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Excuse my fucking manners but don’t text me
When I’m on the mic don’t next me
Four of them came with their besties
Cutting up limes with tequila he needs her
She’s so sexy
I get too high and flex can’t walk in a line
I’ll be better by next week
Pull up on a bike it’s stormy please don’t call me (I’m like)
I like ya back and I’m horny (she like)
Babe you really could have fooled me
I skrrt upstairs to her room
Revving her up and I’m making her vroom
flippin her over I like you
I’m tryna get me a side view
I’m a big flirt you assume
Actually I’m just alert
And aint fuckin with you
She got a friend or two
I like to pick and choose
Like bih what it do
The shirt and the tie are both slacked
The Patek is black
The jeans and socks are blue
Mille-rock when I exit a room (Joe, Joe where are you going get back in the-)
Please don’t hit my line
Don’t hit my line
Please don’t hit my line
Don’t hit my line (don’t don’t don’t don’t)
Excuse my fucking manners but don’t text me
Don’t hit my line (don’t hit my line)
No!
Please can you not hit my line (please don’t hit my line)
Please don’t hit my line (don’t hit my line, don’t don’t don’t don’t)
Excuse my fucking manners but don’t text me
Ayye I just got one question for you guys man,
Can we take you to the UK for just a little bit right now?
Hit that shit Matt
(Don’t don’t don’t don’t don’t)
Excuse my fucking manners but don’t text me
Don’t hit my line (don’t hit my line)
No!
Please can you not hit my line (please don’t hit my line)
Please don’t hit my line (don’t hit my line, Don’t don’t don’t don’t)
Excuse my fucking manners but don’t text me