Hard 4 Me

Yeah
 Radio Killa
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 Radio right, right, right
 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
 Of this, until
 You fucking cum 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
 Uh, 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, ah, yeah (I need that shit back)
 Now you done missed your nine to give
 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 (Get off)
 Come straight here and take your shit off (Take your shit off)
 Get on this train and don't you stop, don't get off (Don't get off)
 Of this, until, huh
 You fucking cum 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 focused as fuck, ain't 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 say that D got her three semesters behind
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 She say that D got her three semesters behind
 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
 Of this, until
 You fucking cum 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, ah