Hard 4 Me

Yeah
Radio Killa
Radio hey hey hey
Let you breathe, let you breathe, let you breathe
Let you breathe, let you breathe, let you breathe
Shorty hit me when you get off
Come straight here and take your shit off
Get on this train and don’t you stop
Don’t get off
At least, until
You fucking come hard for me
You call out to your god for me
Break you down 'til you confide in me
As I give it to you nice and deep
I wanna wake up to your perfume in my bed, oh yeah
Then when you’re leave here
Girl I’m all that’s in your head
Sincerely yours
And you were so good, so good
I need that shit back
(I need that shit back)
Now you don’t miss your 9 to 5
But I’m back inside
Wrapped up in your legs
And I know, I know, you gotta go
Even if you ain’t gotta go, you gotta go
You don’t want me to know
That shit was bomb, ring the alarm
Just walk it off, play it off
Fake texting, small talk
Left twenty minutes ago
Still sitting outside in the car
Shorty hit me when you get off
Come straight here and take your shit off
Get on this train and don’t you stop
Don’t get off
At least, until, huh
You fucking come hard for me
You call out to your god for me
Break you down 'til you confide in me
As I give it to you nice and deep
Hit me on the phone today and say «Can we make this fast?», oh yeah
Baby quick or long
I’m still gonna make it last, oh yeah
She says it’s too good, that makes it all bad
She just got back in school
Working on her graduate
She’s focused as fuck
And having that
But then she climbs right back to me
Tryna sex up another hundred degree
The way she’s fucking me
She should have a degree by now
She says «Dat digga, her 3 semesters been high»
She says «Dat digga, her 3 semesters been high»
Shorty hit me when you get off
Come straight here and take your shit off
Get on this train and don’t you stop
Don’t get off
At least, until
You fucking come hard for me
You call out to your god for me
Break you down 'til you confide in me
As I give it to you nice and deep
And I know, I know, you gotta go
Even if you ain’t gotta go, you gotta go
You don’t want me to know
That shit was bomb, ring the alarm
Just walk it off, play it off
Fake texting, small talk
Left twenty minutes ago
Still sitting outside in the car