Hit My Line - Chris Brown

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

Nah, you don't

And if he fuckin' your mood up, you don't gotta leave with him

(Fuck that) No more

Why them bad ones always find a waste of time?

I can't understand it

And tell me why the wack niggas always be the first in line

Girl, do you need for me to handle that for ya?

First night, I bought a link, all diamond

Try-try it on

I keep a bad bitch shinin' (Girl)

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, gimme that fruit punch, she spiked it

Feels right bein' wrong tonight, call me

Hi, hit my line (My line, ooh)

Girl, I need that one-on-one time

Hi-hi, hit my line (Ooh)

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 Frankie Lymon (Da-da, da, da-da-da)

Now she curve that nigga, stiff arm, hit 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, gimme that fruit punch, she spiked it (She spiked it)

Feels right bein' wrong tonight, call me

Hi, hit my line (My line, ooh)

Girl, I need that one-on-one time (More than one, hi)

Hi-hi, hit my line (My line, ooh)

Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up (Oh-oh)

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

Call me, baby, all you gotta do is hit my line, hit my line, hit my line

Baby, gimme that fruit punch, she spiked it (All you gotta do is)

Hi, hit my line (Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up)

Get your life

Tear the roof up (Huh), I like it (Ooh)

Tryna be on what you on tonight (Oh, na-na)

Baby, gimme that fruit punch, she spiked it (Yeah, ooh)

Feels right bein' wrong tonight, bring it closer, baby

Hi, hit my line (Ooh)

Girl, I need that one-on-one time (Hi)

Hi, hit my line (Ooh)

Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up (Fuck your, fuck your head up)

Hi, hit my line