Why you blowin' up my spot?
I need to leave you 'lone
And you make it way too hot, I
Can't come to the phone
Why you passin' by my job?
I think it's time you go
Boy you know you need to stop, I
Know I got you gone
Look see, I was in his DMs, he was on the DL
Just told her I-D-O, lemme give you the details
I didn't know who she was, but she was in his e-mails
And even when I found out, too late, for me he fell
See it was just the three of us, that's what I thought for sure
But I didn't see how, she'd give us so much exposure
Thought that she was done with him, he thought she was cool with it
Didn't know that she would go dumb and become a fool with it
Started posting pictures, addresses and phone digits (yup)
Told 'em anybody who wanted it could come get it (ooh chile)
And even went as far as to post receipts and card credits
Even got the chatrooms popping on Reddit
Then somebody said it, girl from NYC
She said, "I see how them men from NYC be
While he was putting it on you, he put that ring on me
You tell that nigga hurry home 'cause he got kids to feed"
Eh yo it's too much of the rah rah, you know I ain't that flashy
When we out in public, baby please look past me
Chill on the contact, the paps stay in my bidness
Takin' flicks for TMZ, way too many pictures
Can't wait to get witcha, take the entrance 'round back ('round back)
Ask for room 237 and just relax
I'm rolling incognito (aye), hiding from the people (aye)
Peeping through the peephole (aye), I'm sleep though
I ain't tryna keep you low-key but I got a image
Pics on IG, I just can't have you in it
I'm pimpin', nah I'm kidding
But I'm doing it for you too, tell the truth boo, right now
We can't have ya lady finding out, and that's real and you know it
It's all on ya grill boy you show it
I love you in my bed and in my head, word is bond
But on the real, I just can't have you hanging off my arm good Lord (sorry)
Why you blowin' up my spot?
I need to leave you 'lone
And you make it way too hot, I
Can't come to the phone
Why you passin' by my job?
I think it's time you go
Boy you know you need to stop, I
Know I got you gone
Yo this is a story all about how
This mans won't leave me alone, two missed calls
Now he popped up on road, make a visit to my job
So my boss said I'm out, while I'm ducking in the lobby
She said, "Lex, I can't cover for your lies
This guy seems sweet, he just wanna apologize"
But we ain't official, it's a casual thing
Now he acting like my man, I ain't ask for a ring
He was trying to catch 'em all, I was trying to ash a blunt
When a wild Lex appears, they be working from the jump
Maybe had a couple nights that ended in some sex
Now I got a string of texts sounding borderline obsessed
Then I roll up at the party, see him standing in the corner
He was trying to play it cool, then he had to walk on over
Talks way too much, I'm trying to roll one up
And get freaky with you baby, not fall in love
God damn
Love and hate require the same emotion (yeah?)
I stay in motion (yeah)
Hustling on my grind inside this vacant ocean (okay)
I pray he knows this, I hate that over and over we do this
We gather momentum and then we lose it
It's stupid, it's really useless
Because an artist never lies, it's obvious, the proof is in my music
I rather this be hi and bye basis, no time to be wasted
You'll never catch me crying, complaining or trying to trace it
My pencil never off, huh
Ghetto little broad, huh
Bass is always loud but shit the treble never soft, huh
Often I be raising it up, my cadence and hands
Don't want nobody lookin' saying, "Ain't that your man?"
He overbook me, he clingy, want me Right Thurr like he Chingy
Plus he super touchy feely when we wanna be litty
I got a few boys, roster shit
Classy bitch, posture shit
Aiming for that green juice (whoa), energy (whoa), monster drink (whoa)
Why you blowin' up my spot?
I need to leave you 'lone
And you make it way too hot, I
Can't come to the phone
Why you passin' by my job?
I think it's time you go
Boy you know you need to stop, I
Know I got you gone
Wildin' Video (MV)
Performed By: The Sorority
Length: 4:10
Written by: Keisha Fanfair, Rian Hamilton, Alexandria Leousis, Haviah J. Almighty
The Sorority - Wildin' Lyrics
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Why you blowin' up my spot?
I need to leave you 'lone
And you make it way too hot, I
Can't come to the phone
Why you passin' by my job?
I think it's time you go
Boy you know you need to stop, I
Know I got you gone
Look see, I was in his DMs, he was on the DL
Just told her I-D-O, lemme give you the details
I didn't know who she was, but she was in his e-mails
And even when I found out, too late, for me he fell
See it was just the three of us, that's what I thought for sure
But I didn't see how, she'd give us so much exposure
Thought that she was done with him, he thought she was cool with it
Didn't know that she would go dumb and become a fool with it
Started posting pictures, addresses and phone digits (yup)
Told 'em anybody who wanted it could come get it (ooh chile)
And even went as far as to post receipts and card credits
Even got the chatrooms popping on Reddit
Then somebody said it, girl from NYC
She said, "I see how them men from NYC be
While he was putting it on you, he put that ring on me
You tell that nigga hurry home 'cause he got kids to feed"
Eh yo it's too much of the rah rah, you know I ain't that flashy
When we out in public, baby please look past me
Chill on the contact, the paps stay in my bidness
Takin' flicks for TMZ, way too many pictures
Can't wait to get witcha, take the entrance 'round back ('round back)
Ask for room 237 and just relax
I'm rolling incognito (aye), hiding from the people (aye)
Peeping through the peephole (aye), I'm sleep though
I ain't tryna keep you low-key but I got a image
Pics on IG, I just can't have you in it
I'm pimpin', nah I'm kidding
But I'm doing it for you too, tell the truth boo, right now
We can't have ya lady finding out, and that's real and you know it
It's all on ya grill boy you show it
I love you in my bed and in my head, word is bond
But on the real, I just can't have you hanging off my arm good Lord (sorry)
Why you blowin' up my spot?
I need to leave you 'lone
And you make it way too hot, I
Can't come to the phone
Why you passin' by my job?
I think it's time you go
Boy you know you need to stop, I
Know I got you gone
Yo this is a story all about how
This mans won't leave me alone, two missed calls
Now he popped up on road, make a visit to my job
So my boss said I'm out, while I'm ducking in the lobby
She said, "Lex, I can't cover for your lies
This guy seems sweet, he just wanna apologize"
But we ain't official, it's a casual thing
Now he acting like my man, I ain't ask for a ring
He was trying to catch 'em all, I was trying to ash a blunt
When a wild Lex appears, they be working from the jump
Maybe had a couple nights that ended in some sex
Now I got a string of texts sounding borderline obsessed
Then I roll up at the party, see him standing in the corner
He was trying to play it cool, then he had to walk on over
Talks way too much, I'm trying to roll one up
And get freaky with you baby, not fall in love
God damn
Love and hate require the same emotion (yeah?)
I stay in motion (yeah)
Hustling on my grind inside this vacant ocean (okay)
I pray he knows this, I hate that over and over we do this
We gather momentum and then we lose it
It's stupid, it's really useless
Because an artist never lies, it's obvious, the proof is in my music
I rather this be hi and bye basis, no time to be wasted
You'll never catch me crying, complaining or trying to trace it
My pencil never off, huh
Ghetto little broad, huh
Bass is always loud but shit the treble never soft, huh
Often I be raising it up, my cadence and hands
Don't want nobody lookin' saying, "Ain't that your man?"
He overbook me, he clingy, want me Right Thurr like he Chingy
Plus he super touchy feely when we wanna be litty
I got a few boys, roster shit
Classy bitch, posture shit
Aiming for that green juice (whoa), energy (whoa), monster drink (whoa)
Why you blowin' up my spot?
I need to leave you 'lone
And you make it way too hot, I
Can't come to the phone
Why you passin' by my job?
I think it's time you go
Boy you know you need to stop, I
Know I got you gone
I need to leave you 'lone
And you make it way too hot, I
Can't come to the phone
Why you passin' by my job?
I think it's time you go
Boy you know you need to stop, I
Know I got you gone
Look see, I was in his DMs, he was on the DL
Just told her I-D-O, lemme give you the details
I didn't know who she was, but she was in his e-mails
And even when I found out, too late, for me he fell
See it was just the three of us, that's what I thought for sure
But I didn't see how, she'd give us so much exposure
Thought that she was done with him, he thought she was cool with it
Didn't know that she would go dumb and become a fool with it
Started posting pictures, addresses and phone digits (yup)
Told 'em anybody who wanted it could come get it (ooh chile)
And even went as far as to post receipts and card credits
Even got the chatrooms popping on Reddit
Then somebody said it, girl from NYC
She said, "I see how them men from NYC be
While he was putting it on you, he put that ring on me
You tell that nigga hurry home 'cause he got kids to feed"
Eh yo it's too much of the rah rah, you know I ain't that flashy
When we out in public, baby please look past me
Chill on the contact, the paps stay in my bidness
Takin' flicks for TMZ, way too many pictures
Can't wait to get witcha, take the entrance 'round back ('round back)
Ask for room 237 and just relax
I'm rolling incognito (aye), hiding from the people (aye)
Peeping through the peephole (aye), I'm sleep though
I ain't tryna keep you low-key but I got a image
Pics on IG, I just can't have you in it
I'm pimpin', nah I'm kidding
But I'm doing it for you too, tell the truth boo, right now
We can't have ya lady finding out, and that's real and you know it
It's all on ya grill boy you show it
I love you in my bed and in my head, word is bond
But on the real, I just can't have you hanging off my arm good Lord (sorry)
Why you blowin' up my spot?
I need to leave you 'lone
And you make it way too hot, I
Can't come to the phone
Why you passin' by my job?
I think it's time you go
Boy you know you need to stop, I
Know I got you gone
Yo this is a story all about how
This mans won't leave me alone, two missed calls
Now he popped up on road, make a visit to my job
So my boss said I'm out, while I'm ducking in the lobby
She said, "Lex, I can't cover for your lies
This guy seems sweet, he just wanna apologize"
But we ain't official, it's a casual thing
Now he acting like my man, I ain't ask for a ring
He was trying to catch 'em all, I was trying to ash a blunt
When a wild Lex appears, they be working from the jump
Maybe had a couple nights that ended in some sex
Now I got a string of texts sounding borderline obsessed
Then I roll up at the party, see him standing in the corner
He was trying to play it cool, then he had to walk on over
Talks way too much, I'm trying to roll one up
And get freaky with you baby, not fall in love
God damn
Love and hate require the same emotion (yeah?)
I stay in motion (yeah)
Hustling on my grind inside this vacant ocean (okay)
I pray he knows this, I hate that over and over we do this
We gather momentum and then we lose it
It's stupid, it's really useless
Because an artist never lies, it's obvious, the proof is in my music
I rather this be hi and bye basis, no time to be wasted
You'll never catch me crying, complaining or trying to trace it
My pencil never off, huh
Ghetto little broad, huh
Bass is always loud but shit the treble never soft, huh
Often I be raising it up, my cadence and hands
Don't want nobody lookin' saying, "Ain't that your man?"
He overbook me, he clingy, want me Right Thurr like he Chingy
Plus he super touchy feely when we wanna be litty
I got a few boys, roster shit
Classy bitch, posture shit
Aiming for that green juice (whoa), energy (whoa), monster drink (whoa)
Why you blowin' up my spot?
I need to leave you 'lone
And you make it way too hot, I
Can't come to the phone
Why you passin' by my job?
I think it's time you go
Boy you know you need to stop, I
Know I got you gone
Writer: Keisha Fanfair, Rian Hamilton, Alexandria Leousis, Haviah J. Almighty
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)