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letra de don't hit me up - girli

[intro]
(ahh aye)
(ahh aye)
tina, marina, jessica, sabrina
lisa, regina, kathy, and bob
tina, marina, jessica, sabrina
lisa, regina, kathy, and bob

[verse 1]
a service messages are running through my brain
all i do is taut and i delete them in disdain
you’re sending selfies of your fun times in barain
you think you’re cool but my friend thinks you’re f-cking vain
f-ck apple for making a movie scene
when you don’t reply i seed a scene
you tweet about a girl called jane stalking ’bout a girl insane
in denial i’m not your side chick
you’re a pr-ck you’re a d-ck you’re a motherf-cking [?]
i can see through your lies and your puppydog eyes
i’m walking out, goodbye

[pre-chorus]
say you’ve got a booking and you say it all the time
but when i check your facebook out it says that you’re online
the girls that spent your credit card your love has been declined
i’m glad that you forgot the pin number into my mind

[chorus]
don’t hit me up you’ll never gonna ever read my blog
don’t hit me up i’m [?]
don’t hit me up you do guitar to cover your drugs
don’t hit me up i’m blocking you i found my snapchat
hit me up
don’t hit me up
hit me up
don’t hit me up ooh
hit me up
don’t hit me up
hit me up
don’t hit me up ooh

tina, marina, jessica, sabrina
lisa, regina, kathy, and bob
tina, marina, jessica, sabrina
lisa, regina, kathy, and bob

[verse 2]
that cologne that you think you’re rocking
i’ll say it now baby it’s appalling
try your best but they’re still calling
all your chicks they’ll know that you’re boring
this bush is just a piece of me
not a freebie from a men’s magazine
i’m white trash you don’t know what that’s been
i’m what you’re left though just don’t be mean

tina, marina, jessica, sabrina
lisa, regina, kathy, and bob
tina, marina, jessica, sabrina
lisa, regina, kathy, and bob

[bridge]
get away from me boy
get away from me boy
get away from me boy
get away from me boy
get away from me boy
get away from me boy

[chorus]
don’t hit me up you’ll never gonna ever read my blog
don’t hit me up i’m [?]
don’t hit me up you do guitar to cover your drugs
don’t hit me up i’m blocking you i found my snapchat

[outro – spoken word]
he’s not in my contacts anymore
i deleted him yesterday
pretending it never happened
f-ck him anyway
type his name in my phone and you’ll get nothing
you know, i don’t even regret it
his number’s in the air somewhere for another girl to despair over how it’s not fair that he never texts when he says he will
he never texts when he says he will
he never texts when he says he will
he never texted when he said he would
don’t hit me up you’re never gonna get a reply back
don’t hit me up i’m deleting you from my contacts
don’t hit me up you’re never gonna get a reply back
don’t hit me up i’m deleting you from my contacts
from my contacts
i deleted you from my contacts

down the harring-y hair salon
they’re gossiping about teacher’s new eve
they’ve got on the tv with some unknown countries [?] in the background
next door there’s some cheap international calls
a girl talks to her internet lover for 50p a minute
and the internet cafes serving up cups of connection
flash forward 8 hours to the 29 light baths and the lads are getting on the top deck
coming back from a [?] playing beck
out their sh-tty little portable speaker
one girl flinches like the shouts are gonna hit her
unsuspecting tourist families arrive at the airport
but a five day city break that’s way too short
to see london in all its entirety
to do that you’d have to be here ’till you’re 93

- girli

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