Brandon Markell Holmes - Tamika Lyrics

Tamika, get up off my phone

Tamika, get up off my phone
I thought told you 3 months ago
I see you calling, No ring tone
The ringers silent no ones home

You wanted love in the bando
Trynna tie both my hands tho
Single ladies with no rings, no
Lebron Janes switching teams, hoe
You tried to put it on top off me
Gave you everything I thought you need
But everything happens for a reason
I'm moving on this a different season

You wanted love in the right way
Conveniently, nah I'm not triple A
You wanted knots like a crochet
I jump out the pot like I'm cocaine
I can leave, baby you can stay
I rather be riding the freeway
Signal free stop flashing me
Just let me be

And what's good
Cutting the scene like Clint Eastwood
Rolling on D's up in yo hood
I got a bag baby I'm the plug
And it's ok, to feel away
Shooting your shot at the second base
I made you hot put you on a plate.
But you was a thot with a pretty face

And that's on me baby pretty please
I really thought you was into me
I took the top off the maybes
You broke my heart when you played me
And that's on you, I thought it through
I know that my momma didn't raise a fool
I kept you doused in the finest jewels
Dusse's of the chateau