You could hit me when you want a little love
With no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
Told him if he come through, then don't blink
And I send him home at sunrise, it's a routine
Yeah, yeah
Disclaimer, I been on paper
Yeah, he's such a player, yeah, yeah, yeah
He try to hide it, but I know
His dad was in the league, that's why he hit it like a pro
And I just wanna kiss and tell my friends, that's how it goes
I like it when his hands 'round my neck
I love that shit
You could hit me when you want a little love
With no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
Told him if he come through, then don't blink
And I send him home at sunrise, it's a routine
Want a little love with no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
I know he only come through for one thing
And I send him home at sunrise, it's a routine
Yeah, yeah, yeah
He say he don't got the time, well, perfect, neither do I
But I might cut a couple of hours out for you tonight
I just name a time and place and couple things that I like
I know I don't got no whip, but I'm riding it like a bike
Down New York, got me sayin' yes, yes
Wait, okay, yes, sorry
I'm too busy for a boy that wanna know me, he's a trophy
You could hit me when you want a little love
With no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
Told him if he come through, then don't blink
And I send him home at sunrise, it's a routine
Want a little love with no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
I know he only come through for one thing
And I send him home at sunrise, it's a routine (Routine, yeah, yeah)
I like it when his hands 'round my neck
I love that shit, his hands 'round my neck
Take five, then we go to ten, feels like seventh heaven
Test him out, just us as friends, bend it like it's Beckham
Plot twist, I love when he dips, he can't spend the night but
He could hit me when he want a little love
With no strings, no strings (No strings)
Hinge boy with the nose ring (Nose ring, yeah, yeah)
Told him if he come through, then don't blink (Yeah)
And I send him home at sunrise, it's a routine
Want a little love with no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
I know he only come through for one thing
And I send him home at sunrise, it's a routine (Routine, yeah, yeah)
I like it when his hands 'round my neck (Fuck me up, fuck me up, fuck me up)
I love that shit, his hands 'round my neck (Fuck me up, fuck me up, fuck me up)
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