Little piece of Netflix and Chill
Netflix and chill, you know the drill It's ten past eleven and you're wanting a piece of heaven, You hit her up late at night, knowing exactly you ain't no knight No knight in shinning armor, just a guy with a lot of drama Ironically enough, she has hope maybe one day you'd be dope Dope enough to hold her hand, treat her right and show her off. Till one day she gets fed up, and answers another call A guy that treats her right, and his title is of knight. |
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