Song parody of
Not Alone (Remaster)
by 210 Lev
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(Woo woo)
(Woo woo)
I know you just had hit my phone
I'm chilling with gang just to let you know
I really don't wanna fight you can see it in my fucking eye
And I just wanna let you know
(Yea let you know, yea let you know)
No baby you is not alone, you can hit me up you can call my phone
You can blow my phone up, I don't really care
Walk in that bitch, with hair in my face and yea they all stare
Sometimes when I read your text, it seem like you don't care
And I really hope it's the opposite need yo love like a lot of it
Like woah, yea I need you like my bro
Told little bae yea hit my phone
Told little bae yea hit my phone, I'm trying to see how low it really go
I been said that before, and I'm trying to see how low it go
I remember when I first had met you, I remember when I first had texted you
I was a little fucking kid, still am today but you know what I mean
Learning all these things, but I feel like I got so much to succeed
I feel like I got way more to do, baby what the fuck you trying to do?
Chilling in my little Nike loafer, crazy in this bitch like a fucking coaster
I just need to let you know, that you ain't alone
Baby you know you can hit my phone
Fuck all these other little fucking hoes
You think I really want them?, nah fuck no baby
I swear that when you'll give me head that I'll go fucking lazy
I can see it in my vision, whipping up pots in the mother fucking kitchen
Whipping that bitch in the mother fucking stove
Fly in that bitch like a mother fucking dove
I'm doing my dance, I'm doing my dance, yeah
I'm up in that bitch, I hope I don't crash, yeah ah yeah
I know you just had hit my phone
I'm chilling with gang just to let you know
I really don't wanna fight you can see it in my fucking eye
And I just wanna let you know
(Yea let you know, yea let you know)
No baby you is not alone, you can hit me up you can call my phone
You can blow my phone up, I don't really care
Walk in that bitch, with hair in my face and yea they all stare
Sometimes when I read your text, it seem like you don't care
And I really hope it's the opposite need yo love like a lot of it
(Woo woo)
(Woo woo)
I know you just had hit my phone
I'm chilling with gang just to let you know
I really don't wanna fight you can see it in my fucking eye
And I just wanna let you know
(Yea let you know, yea let you know)
No baby you is not alone, you can hit me up you can call my phone
You can blow my phone up, I don't really care
Walk in that bitch, with hair in my face and yea they all stare
Sometimes when I read your text, it seem like you don't care
And I really hope it's the opposite need yo love like a lot of it
Like woah, yea I need you like my bro
Told little bae yea hit my phone
Told little bae yea hit my phone, I'm trying to see how low it really go
I been said that before, and I'm trying to see how low it go
I remember when I first had met you, I remember when I first had texted you
I was a little fucking kid, still am today but you know what I mean
Learning all these things, but I feel like I got so much to succeed
I feel like I got way more to do, baby what the fuck you trying to do?
Chilling in my little Nike loafer, crazy in this bitch like a fucking coaster
I just need to let you know, that you ain't alone
Baby you know you can hit my phone
Fuck all these other little fucking hoes
You think I really want them?, nah fuck no baby
I swear that when you'll give me head that I'll go fucking lazy
I can see it in my vision, whipping up pots in the mother fucking kitchen
Whipping that bitch in the mother fucking stove
Fly in that bitch like a mother fucking dove
I'm doing my dance, I'm doing my dance, yeah
I'm up in that bitch, I hope I don't crash, yeah ah yeah
I know you just had hit my phone
I'm chilling with gang just to let you know
I really don't wanna fight you can see it in my fucking eye
And I just wanna let you know
(Yea let you know, yea let you know)
No baby you is not alone, you can hit me up you can call my phone
You can blow my phone up, I don't really care
Walk in that bitch, with hair in my face and yea they all stare
Sometimes when I read your text, it seem like you don't care
And I really hope it's the opposite need yo love like a lot of it
