What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landed I'm waitin' in my hotel room Seems like we're arguin' more and it's getting less romantic Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon But I'll fuck you right, I will, I'll fuck you right, I will I'll fuck you like no one has ever ever made you feel I mean, this part of our relationship's amazing still I might just put up with the arguin' and stay for real You lookin' bad, girl, for goodness sakes You with all those curves, and me without no brakes Ooh, I'm willin' to work it out however longer how it takes You feel like you missed out on those happy days Well, girl that makes two of us Our timing is wrong Your friends always tyin' up every line on your phone Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my Mrs.