Off My Line by Kxng Dee Lyrics
[Hook]
She like “where you at ?”
I say “bitch get off my line”
Please don't hit me up
And don’t hit me on facetime
She always do the most
Then she get on live and cry
I do not understand why she cannot pick a side x2
[Verse]
Bitch get out my face
You be in the way (you be in the wayyyy)
I can't run from you
But you can't stop the chase (you can’t stop the chase)
I just want yo face
Tell me how it taste (tell me how it taste)
Grab you by the waist
Don't take this the wrong way (Don't take this the wrong way)
Don't take this the wrong way
I can't be yo bae
I'm on a money chase, and you gon make me late
You tryna make me stay, she tryna plead her case
I'm a young rich nigga so I gotta find my way
[Verse 2]
She gon hit me up
And she always keep on texting and shit
She keep on asking bout a bitch
I keep deflecting that shit
I told her if she make me pull up
Ima give her that dick
You know i hit her then i quit her
That's the message i sent
And i’m like hold up, wait, baby hold up
Had bad bitches since motorola’s
She keep tryna hop in the rover
Gotta push this bitch like a stroller
Ice on my wrist like a polar
Tik-tok now ya time is over
So much paper man i need folders
Snakes in the grass and i keep me a mower
[Hook]
She like “where you at ?”
I say “bitch get off my line”
Please don't hit me up
And don’t hit me on facetime
She always do the most
Then she get on live and cry
I do not understand why she cannot pick a side x2
She like “where you at ?”
I say “bitch get off my line”
Please don't hit me up
And don’t hit me on facetime
She always do the most
Then she get on live and cry
I do not understand why she cannot pick a side x2
[Verse]
Bitch get out my face
You be in the way (you be in the wayyyy)
I can't run from you
But you can't stop the chase (you can’t stop the chase)
I just want yo face
Tell me how it taste (tell me how it taste)
Grab you by the waist
Don't take this the wrong way (Don't take this the wrong way)
Don't take this the wrong way
I can't be yo bae
I'm on a money chase, and you gon make me late
You tryna make me stay, she tryna plead her case
I'm a young rich nigga so I gotta find my way
[Verse 2]
She gon hit me up
And she always keep on texting and shit
She keep on asking bout a bitch
I keep deflecting that shit
I told her if she make me pull up
Ima give her that dick
You know i hit her then i quit her
That's the message i sent
And i’m like hold up, wait, baby hold up
Had bad bitches since motorola’s
She keep tryna hop in the rover
Gotta push this bitch like a stroller
Ice on my wrist like a polar
Tik-tok now ya time is over
So much paper man i need folders
Snakes in the grass and i keep me a mower
[Hook]
She like “where you at ?”
I say “bitch get off my line”
Please don't hit me up
And don’t hit me on facetime
She always do the most
Then she get on live and cry
I do not understand why she cannot pick a side x2