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You used to call my phone on
a Friday night
It's been ov
er twice, it's been
over, we've been over, yet
You always called my phone on a
Friday night (Night)
It's been ov
er twice, it's been
over, we've been over
[Post-Chorus]
Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?
Don't you love lettin' out a good cry, baby?
Ain't coming home on a Friday night
I'm all good, my hips still wine
Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?
Don't you love lettin' out a— cry?
Ain't coming home on a Friday night
I'm all good, my hips still wine
Verse 1
You was almost like my safe haven, but you ended up actin' up, baby
Page 1/3
Barely together even, you always playin'
Now you hatin' 'cause what these bitches be sayin'
Like, I ain't never took you on vacation?
What gets me, they stay hatin'
It's crazy 'cause you
had everythin' they chasin', like
Some
body you can call on, a place you can call home
until it went all wrong, Shawty, you on one
Chorus
You used to call my phone on a
Friday night
It's been ov
er twice, it's been
over, we've been over, yet
You a
lways called my phone on a
Friday night (Night)
It's been ov
er twice, it's been
over, we've been over
[Post-Chorus]
Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?
Don't you love lettin' out a good cry, baby?
Ain't coming home on a Friday night
I'm all good, my hips still wine
Verse 2
I never knew a luh-luh-luh, a
love like this
Flood your contour, make you
blush like this
Fuck a friend zone when you
hug like this
Nibble on your ear, touch your
butt like this, we adjust like this
If
God's a girl, then in God we trust like this
To be honest, niggas love love too
Shit, I
gossip with my bitch like I'm Young Thug too
Dumb lungs on you, spun the hair bun loose
Page 2/3
Rightin'
wrongs 'til they come with royalties and pub too
(Where you at?) At the house with it,
watchin' Sin
ners
(Who you with?) On the couch with my
favorite sinner
(Fuck that bitch) I was about to, but you convinced us
Should I decorate her walls or log off the Pint
erest?
Uh, never too late to meditate on emotional
attachments
Even if I fall short from my dist
ractions
Been missin' your booty, lovin' on your booty
Kissin' on your booty, crushin' on your booty
Remember me? Iceberg jeans or the Trueys
Duckworth, you know, street smart, but I'm
goofy
Wait, you must got a platinum record in the coochie
(I got a platinum plaque in the
coochie)
Been missin' your booty, lovin' on your booty
Kissin' on your booty, crushin' on your booty
Chorus
You used to call my phone on a
Friday night
It's been
over twice, it's been
over, we've been over, yet
You always called my phone on a
Friday night (Night)
It's been
over twice, it's been
over, we've been over
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