Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hit My Phone, artist - Megan Thee Stallion. Album song Suga, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 1501 Certified, 300 Entertainment
Song language: English
Hit My Phone |
Ayy |
Posted, toasted, hangin' at the back |
Made money all year, make a toast with the yak |
Window to the wall, throw it back, throw it back |
And if I leave with him, he gon' eat it for a fact |
I seen a lot of fuck shit, but I’ma let it slide |
I got it in my system, now I’m really tryna ride |
I don’t know if it’s us Aquarius' |
That just like to have fun and ain’t scared to fuck (Ah) |
I get nasty |
When the moon come out and the juice kick in |
Liquor in my system, system |
No need to ask me |
When the party end 'cause I’m on my way |
To give you what you’re missin', missin' |
It’s 2:30 on the dot and still crackin' at the spot |
Oh yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah |
We ain’t tryna make it home and I don’t wanna be alone |
No way, yeah, tonight |
So hit my phone, woah-oh |
Sippin' '42 and you know I’m bent |
Too far gone, oh-oh |
Liquor got me sendin' that risky text |
Ayy, ayy |
I’m feelin' kinda tipsy, come and get me (Yeah) |
You can hit it in the party if you’re feelin' risky (Hey, hey, hey, yeah) |
I got all these niggas mad 'cause they where you wanna be |
On the dance floor, rubbin' all on my body (Yeah) |
Now tell them hoes back-back, give you fifty feet |
Before you look at him, you know I’m the one you see (Yeah bitch) |
He told me I get crazy when I get up on the yak |
Nah, I just never play with bitches like that |
I be drinkin' out the bottle and I need a mouthful |
And I know I’m from the south, but you need your goggles (Yeah, ha) |
Party like a vato, shots of the blanco |
Guaranteed to knock a nigga up out his zapatos |
I’m tryna make it home, but you lookin' so good |
I would pull it out your pants, right now if I could (Yeah) |
But you know everything I do gon' make it to the net (Ah) |
So I guess I can wait until I get you to the bed (Ah) |
So hit my phone, woah-oh |
Sippin' '42 and you know I’m bent |
Too far gone, oh-oh |
Liquor got me sendin' that risky text |
It’s 2:30 on the dot and still crackin' at the spot |
Oh yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah |
We ain’t tryna make it home and I don’t wanna be alone |
No way, yeah, tonight |