Morning Traffic - Che Ecru

Keep my number in your phone

I can promise that you think I’m the reason

I be giving you the taste (Aye)

Shorty you know I’m not one that get to feelings

You say you can’t stand your mans

Fuck that nigga said you finna' go and leave him

Every time you hear my number (Uh)

I don’t even know why you be tryna fix shit

Fix it, fix it up like

Fix it up like shorty 'bout to build a wife

Yeah yeah yeah

You be tryna fix it up

Fuck with' a nigga if you comin' with the salt

Real shit baby I know you, Wednesday night I rolled through

Cumming cumming have me hard, beat it up like Goku

Girl I’m like a Snapchat, 'cause I might just ghost you

But we chillin' watching Netflix had to cop the Roku

I’m a magician baby I make my tongue control you

Pussy bring back to life, I just call that pussy soul food

Said you over the stupid shit, 'cause that shit the old you

I’m just hoping the new you would let a nigga hold you

Shorty throwin' it back just like it was fuckin' '02

Need a super freaky freak that’s tryna suck my toes to

Only time I say this shit is when I’m off the cold brew

She say she don’t wanna know about the hoes, oh, oops

Keep my number in your phone

I can promise that you think I’m the reason

I be giving you the taste

Shorty you know I’m not one that get to feelings

You say you can’t stand your mans

Fuck that nigga said you finna go and leave him

Every time you hit my number

I don’t even know why you be tryna fix shit

Tell me when you’re tryna cum, come call me over

Everybody getting some good just like Oprah

Workin' on them thicky thighs yeah you know I see it

I be going double in that pussy like a helix

Tell me when you’re tryna cum, come call me over

Everybody getting some good just like Oprah

Workin' on them thicky thighs yeah you know I see it

I be going double in that pussy like a helix

Fix it up like

Fix it, fix it up like