Road Hoes

Tryna get inside your mind Entry fee Pay the price Check the time It's not too late Feeling safe Cos you home Not too late If you call my phone I'm on the road Let your hair down Sunrise till the sun down When you talk you show out Slow down Let me tell you the truth The way your lips move Got me singin' and I'm Not in the booth SBWLing' your juice Not needing the lube You'll be late for class With the way move your ass move Say ditching school So you wildin' out I'm acting the fool And I brought the tools Lock the door your room Clean it up no broom Eat it up no spoon Put on a sexy tune Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up Till the month of June F*ck it up F*ck it up F*ck it up Tryna get you road But you don't pick up your phone With people but feel alone But with you I'm in the zone Called up my road hoe And told her I'm comin' through at 8pm I smoke 2 she smokes 2 It's for the moon And we on the roof Phones on flights Minds outta sight Look Nina I just want to come up and talk Is that alight Come on