Sexting lyrics

[Verse 1]
I caught her, she was headed for the door
The DJ had her rocking back and forth
And shorty had a body, like, Lord
I grabbed her by the hand and she turned around
Then she started to look me up and down
She saw the Gucci boot, belt, comma, plus the bag
So easily I had that in the bag
Now I'm fittin' and she's growing more attached
Fine wine, my kind of woman, mature
Text messaging each other more and more

[Pre-Chorus]
And I say show me something, she be like LOL, ha
Quit playing games, TTYL
Then she get up the nerve and be like, oh, what the hell
("You've got mail")

[Chorus]
She be sending pictures
She be saying I can't wait until I'm wit'cha
Get the picture
Looking at them flicks got be 'bout to crash
Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting
Told her send your boy a photo
She be saying better make sure it's a no show, that's a no, no
Don't let your homegirl see what I'm sending back
Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting
[Verse 2]
Now what I saw, it caught me by surprise
So beautiful, like heaven to my eyes
She get the smooth hips and lips and thighs
Energize, it's giving me a rise
Dignified but she freaky in the slide
Send one in those heels, and I'm like, hold up, baby, chill
Got me swerving, I got one hand on the wheel
The other one scrolling, tryna hold it down
Time to get back to you, baby, look at how you got me now

[Pre-Chorus]
And I say show me something, she be like LOL
Quit playing games, TTYL
And then she get up the nerve and be like, oh, what the hell
("You've got mail")

[Chorus]
She be sending pictures
She be saying I can't wait until I'm wit'cha
Get the picture
Looking at them flicks got be 'bout to crash
Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting
Told her send your boy a photo
She be saying better make sure it's a no show, that's a no, no
Don't let your homegirl see what I'm sending back
Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting
[Bridge]
I'm on a high with all the emails and the texting
It's time to get a blessing, I'm 'bout to teach you a lesson
Got my mind on pumper game, ready to hump
And I'm feeling kinda froggy, n*gga ready to jump
On you right now, let's make it do what it do
(And you know where I'm at)
Her kind of loving lay you flat on your back
I keep it simple and plain, there ain't no shame in my game
I beat it up all night, I give you pleasure and pain

[Chorus]
She be sending pictures
She be saying I can't wait until I'm wit'cha
Get the picture
Looking at them flicks got be 'bout to crash
Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting
Told her send your boy a photo (Send your boy a photo)
She be saying better make sure it's a no show, that's a no, no
Don't let your homegirl see what I'm sending back
Me and her be sexting, freaky, freaky texting