Dont Hit My Line (feat. Kid Ace) - Flo Boy Joe

Hi, hit my line Hi, hit my line, line Hi, hit my line Hi, hit my line, line I heard you got a nigga but you don't wanna be with him No, you don't And if he fuckin' your mood up, you don't gotta leave with him Fuck that, no more Why the bad ones always find a waste of time? I can't understand it And tell me why the whack niggas always be the first in line Girl, do you need for me to handle that for ya? First night, I bought a lick, all diamond T-Try it on I keep a bad bitch shinin' Girl, it's you that I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin' Nice, just my type Get your life! Tear the roof up, I like it Tryna be on what you on tonight Baby gave me that fruit punch, she spiked it Feels right bein' wrong tonight, come here Hi-hi, hit my line (my line, oh, yeah) Girl, I need that one on one time Hi-hi, hit my line (my line) Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up Tell me, baby, how you want it (yeah) Side to side (yeah) Let me upgrade you, supersize (yeah) It's only the appetizer, so don't fill your plate up Baby, not yet I'ma get you them shoes he ain't get for you (get for you) Get you that coupe that you been wantin' (wantin') Fuck you in a house that you wanna live in Different type of nigga that you gotta deal with That's life First night, hit her with that frickin' line (da-da-da-da-da) Now she curve that nigga, stiff arm with the Heisman (excuse me, woo) Damn, my girl fly, she perfect, priceless All she did was take that flight Get your life! Baby, tear the roof up, I like it (oh, yeah) Tryna be on what you on tonight (oh) Baby gave me that fruit punch, she spiked it (she spiked it) Feels right bein' wrong tonight, come here Hi-hi, hit my line (my line, oh, yeah) Girl, I need that one on one time (oh-oh) Hi-hi, hit my line (my line) Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up Hi-hi, hit my line Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up Hi-hi, hit my line Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up Come here, baby, all you gotta do is hit my line, my line, my line Baby gave me that fruit punch, she spiked it (all you gotta do is) Hi, hit my line Get your life! Baby, tear the roof up (huh), I like it (ooh) Tryna be on what you on tonight (oh-na-na) Baby gave me that fruit punch, she spiked it (yeah, ooh) Feels right bein' wrong tonight, bring it closer, baby Hi, hit my line Girl, I need that one on one time (hi) Hi, hit my line Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up (fuck your, fuck your head up) Hi, hit my line

You straight out of 99 babe Dark denim over suede it's Classic and understated Damn You were Bonnie and I was Clyde babe Need to be separated Captive but captivated Heard me on the radio You hit my phone I said, "Baby I need another night To be alone" A cigarette on my window ledge I wish I'd know That baby we weren't finished yet Hit my line Hit my line Baby call me Anytime But I won't call you mine Draw the line Draw the line Baby I can Lay you down But I won't tell you lies Hit my line Hit my line Baby call me Anytime But I won't call you mine Draw the line Draw the line Baby I can Lay you down But I won't tell you lies Hit my line Get in line She'll take whatever just to feel alive What a life Lays with the devil on her darkest nights And she'll do anything to stay a night Yeah, yeah-yeah (oh yeah) Whatever she took it made her look at me sideways Hop inside the Maserati and reverse out the driveway Yeah, you can hit me Sunday to Friday but Please don't hit me on my Saturdays I'm fucked up on Molly I'm saying Hit my line Hit my line Baby call me Anytime But I won't call you mine Draw the line Draw the line Baby I can Lay you down But I won't tell you lies Hit my line Hit my line Baby call me Anytime But I won't call you mine Draw the line Draw the line Baby I can Lay you down But I won't tell you lies Hit my line

I've been gone a long time Lost in the seven seas. Sail on, don't you come back Until you learn the birds and the bees. Who will you find waiting for you, Squeeze blood into [in the?] wine. Left to call my preacher And my very lovely wife. Chorus (1) I said, hey now, knocked down, why'd you do it, Roll me like a hurricane. All is a bust and I'm numb, like novocaine. Who done it, what's up, you said, Sell me out why don't you boy, I'm alone, severely broken, I'm a dislocated boy. I have thought to rise my dictions And I've suffocated my pride. (Be)fore you and I embarked on One hell of a ride. Boy, I've had these blues Since I been six years old. But tell me don't you worry (A)bout my very heavy load. Chorus (2) And I said, knock down, drag out, bar fight, Knuckles on the floor. and there's shattered glass, And one hell of a scar. Broke down and hungry, you said so. Sell me out, why don't you boy, I'm alone, severely broken, I'm a dislocated boy. All I need is my old guitar, And I'll play you the best damn blues. Heavy affections, and I hate to lose. Thirty-five years ago, I was born on Robert Johnson's. It's all been for you baby. I'm gonna make it back someday. Repeat Chorus (1) So tell me about your working class hero, baby Tell me 'bout your... Mine was born in Mississippi, 'round 1923. Blue collar flannel shirts Was my Father's way. Worked in a factory, 'Til his dying day. Repeat Chorus (2)

Oh, I had my mother tell me, "Son You have brothers but you're lonely one" She knew what she had to do All my life reaching out for you I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Well, she strut her stuff down Oxford Street She looking like she hadn't eat I tell myself what could go wrong Another tale of the same old song I believe Lonely boy this time Oh, I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Early morning, starting school Soon became the classroom fool Went to church in my Sunday shoes People talk about my point of view I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time Well, a spoonful of white Just to try to get her black I know my baby's gone She makes me blow my stack I believe Lonely boy this time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time I'm alone on this matter Lonely boy time

Terror Squad... Bad Boy... Joey Crack Girl I gotta do what I gotta do Change my life (Change my life) Make things right (Make things right) And girl I'm a bad boy so I gotta do what I gotta do Risk my life (Risk my life) In the late night (In the late night) Cause girl I'm a bad boy yeahhhhhh I know at times you feel stressed out But I'm tryin' to set you up so later I can buy you up this guest house But for now I gotta hug the block I know you sick of visits from undercover cops Runnin' to the kitchen tryin to hide the box Just give me a minute and I'm gonna flood you with rocks I gotta wicked jump shot but let's be real Aint no scouts gonna give a sad nigga a deal I gotta do what I gotta do that's whats up What's with this new attitude you know bitch that is what's up I'm a Bad Boy like 'Mike Lawry' How you think you got that rainbow Louis Not with a legal job's salary Ma' we got you stuck off the realness You know the infamous You heard of us It's your Bad Boy business men Me and Joey Crack gettin' benjamins Sittin' in the Vanquish, the same color as cinnamon Ma' I'm tryin' to be your knight and shinin' To put you in the house on the Cayman Islands Spend your whole life with stylin' With that light that got me Through it all you was right behind me And ma' I know I gotta change But right now a nigga is dealing with alot of things It's not the same Girl with me you can achieve whatever But I can't change, I'm a Bad Boy forever