CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : flipphone
You can hit me on my flip phone, baby
Tellin' all your friends, oh baby
You told them I needed my space
Like it's 2008, oh, baby
But you can hit me on my Razor, I've been getting faded
AOL ain't working baby, our connections breaking, oh
I just hope that you know
But listen, I've been going crazy thinkin' 'bout you, baby
We look good together just like Britney Spears and JT
Hit me on my messenger and tell me that you hate me
Texting all these other boys and it's driving me crazy
Umm, okay like, man, what the fuck?
Tell me that you needed space, when I'm home all alone and I miss your face
When that ringtone hits I feel okay but I'm—
Done with all that acting shit 'cause I'm constantly thinking about how bad you is
I'm in a chat room simpin' to all my friends
And they "Lol XD" like "Ga$p a bitch"
But I'm—
Wait, oh, she hate me?
Huh, fillin' up my inbox crazy
One day mad, then the shit's okay
Tony Hawk Pro Skater how she hit a 180
Umm, really you could hit me up and I could act like I really couldn't give a fuck
But when my cellphone rings, and a new boy sing you can best believe that I'ma pick it up, yuh
You can hit me on my flip phone, baby
Tellin' all your friends, oh baby
You told them I needed my space
Like it's 2008, oh, baby
But you can hit me on my Razor, I've been getting faded
AOL ain't working baby, our connections breaking, oh
I just hope that you know
Tellin' all your friends, oh baby
You told them I needed my space
Like it's 2008, oh, baby
But you can hit me on my Razor, I've been getting faded
AOL ain't working baby, our connections breaking, oh
I just hope that you know
But listen, I've been going crazy thinkin' 'bout you, baby
We look good together just like Britney Spears and JT
Hit me on my messenger and tell me that you hate me
Texting all these other boys and it's driving me crazy
Umm, okay like, man, what the fuck?
Tell me that you needed space, when I'm home all alone and I miss your face
When that ringtone hits I feel okay but I'm—
Done with all that acting shit 'cause I'm constantly thinking about how bad you is
I'm in a chat room simpin' to all my friends
And they "Lol XD" like "Ga$p a bitch"
But I'm—
Wait, oh, she hate me?
Huh, fillin' up my inbox crazy
One day mad, then the shit's okay
Tony Hawk Pro Skater how she hit a 180
Umm, really you could hit me up and I could act like I really couldn't give a fuck
But when my cellphone rings, and a new boy sing you can best believe that I'ma pick it up, yuh
You can hit me on my flip phone, baby
Tellin' all your friends, oh baby
You told them I needed my space
Like it's 2008, oh, baby
But you can hit me on my Razor, I've been getting faded
AOL ain't working baby, our connections breaking, oh
I just hope that you know
