The-Dream - Hard 4 Me Lyrics

Yeah
Radio Killa
Radio, yeah, yeah yeah
Let you breathe, let you breathe, let you breathe
Let you breathe, let you breathe, let you breathe

Shawty hit me when you get off
Come straight here and take your shit off
Get on this train and don't you stop don't get off
Of this, until

You f*cking cum hard for me
You call out to your God for me
Break you down 'til you confide in me
As I give it to you nice and deep, uh

I wanna wake up to your perfume in my bed, oh yeah, uh
Then when you leave here
Girl I'm all that's in your head
Sincerely yours
And you were so good, so good
I need that shit back
(I need that shit back) Oh yeah
Now you done missed your 9 to 5
But I'm back inside
Wrapped up in your legs

And I know, I know, you gotta go
Even if you ain't gotta go, you gotta go
You don't want me to know
That shit was bomb, ring the alarm
Just walk it off, play it off
Fake texting, small talk
Left twenty minutes ago
Still sitting outside in the car

Shawty hit me when you get off
(Hit me when you get off)
Come straight here and take your shit off
Get on this train and don't you stop don't get off
Of this, until

You f*cking cum hard for me
You call out to your God for me
Break you down 'til you confide in me
As I give it to you nice and deep

You hit me on the phone today
And said, "Can we make this fast?", Oh yeah
Baby quick or long
I'm still gonna make it last, oh yeah
She said it's too good, that makes it all bad
She just got back in school
Working on her graduate
She's focused as f*ck
Ain't having that
But then she climbs right back to me
Tryna sex up another hundred degree
The way she's f*cking me
She should have a degree by now
She say that D got her three semesters behind
She say that D got her three semesters behind

Shawty hit me when you get off
Come straight here and take your shit off
Get on this train and don't you stop don't get off
Of this, until

You f*cking cum hard for me
You call out to your God for me
Break you down 'til you confide in me
As I give it to you nice and deep

And I know, I know, you gotta go
Even if you ain't gotta go, you gotta go
You don't want me to know
That shit was bomb, ring the alarm
Just walk it off, play it off
Fake texting, small talk
Left twenty minutes ago
Still sitting outside in the car, ah