Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song LOL, artist - Little Jackie. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
LOL |
| I see his thumbs workin' overtime lately |
| Immersed in a text you sent discretely |
| She probably a cool chick, light skinned, pretty |
| Come to think of it, she probably a lot like me |
| It’s a low blow but I act like I don’t know |
| You used to stay, now you say you gotta go |
| Your excuses are very original |
| But you got no organizational skills |
| I get a text two seconds after you leave |
| Obviously meant for her, not for me |
| It said, what’s up, sexy? |
| Are you gonna come through? |
| Let a brotha know what a sista gonna do |
| Text me back, X X O O |
| I miss your embrace, sideways happy face |
| Oops, did your thumbs have a nervous twitch? |
| You just sent the wrong text to the wrong bitch |
| LOL, I text your celly |
| Gotta spell out, go to hell |
| Toss you in the trash |
| Then reduce you to an acronym |
| WTF? |
| You reply |
| I laugh so hard, I almost cry |
| Beat you to the punch line |
| Broke your heart before you broke mine |
| How you gonna go and tryna play me out? |
| Why you gonna go and fill my head with doubt? |
| And clouds and shit, I don’t wanna deal with |
| All stressed out shoutin, throwin' a fit, c’mon |
| How you gonna lie, you’re way out of this one? |
| You think it might be time for a confession? |
| You’ve left no room for any more fabrication |
| Boy a cell phone could be a dangerous weapon |
| Next time check if the safety’s on |
| Trigger happy fingers can expose the gun |
| Woah, what a tangled web you’ve spun |
| Now it’s on son, I’m about to have some fun |
| I make sure the I.D.'s unknown |
| I text you back from another phone |
| Yeah baby, I’m comin' through |
| I’ll meet you on the avenue |
| LOL, I text your celly |
| Gotta spell out, go to hell |
| Toss you in the trash |
| Then reduce you to an acronym |
| WTF? |
| You reply |
| I laugh so hard, I almost cry |
| Beat you to the punch line |
| Broke your heart before you broke mine |
| LOL, LOL, LOL |
| LOL, LOL, LOL |
| I’ma kick back and watch shit go down |
| While you’re standin' waitin' for her to come around |
| An hour goes by and still no sign |
| So you text her back, oh, one more time |
| Where you at, girl? |
| You said you was gonna meet me |
| This time you send the message correctly |
| She writes back, dawg, you blew up your spot |
| You’re talkin' 'bout a text that I never got |
| Who this girl you’re talkin' to? |
| Who this girl who comin' through? |
| You’re messin' with somebody else |
| Nigga, you just played yourself |
| LOL, I text your celly |
| Gotta spell out, go to hell |
| Toss you in the trash |
| Then reduce you to an acronym |
| WTF? |
| You reply |
| I laugh so hard, I almost cry |
| Beat you to the punch line |
| Broke your heart before you broke mine |