2 4 7 Lyrics

I've been on a cold, 4-7 Slippin' on the floor, pure heaven

Come to my place, let me pay for the ride I'll be alright when you come for the ride

I've been on a cold, 4-7 Slippin' on the floor, pure heaven

Cause I'm in your place, can I stay for the night

Up in your face, would you call all night

Check the phone, I miss the call, no need to lie

She be keepin' malice, then I kiss her tigh

Bonnie in my case, we flyin' down the Clyde

I be on the market like an enterprise

I be on her mind, she be tryin' to touch her toes

Whenever I fly, I be sleepin' TO and FRO

Puffin' up the spoof, playin' chess like I'm the GOAT

Wakin' up to muller in the cooler better froze

I been wanting to touch on the first night

I be pickin' and choosin' the best one

We be talkin' a lot on the facetime

Oh my gosh, you were better than last time

On the call, she be tryin' to FaceTime

I be talkin' to you till it's midnight

See your colors are firm on the rainbow

When it pours, I'ma give you a raincoat

I be bookin' a ticket to spend time

Even when I can see all the red flags

She be tryin' to make me a scapegoat

Then I cut her away from my payroll

Come to say I'm sorry

Oh, I, I said it in your face

Oh, I, I said it in your face

Oh, I, I said it in your face

Oh, I

Oh, I