"Hit My Line" lyrics - CHRIS BROWN

[Intro:]
Hi, hit my line
Hi, hit my line, line
Hi, hit my line
Hi, hit my line, line

I heard you got a nigga but you don't wanna be with him
Nah, you don't
And if he fuckin' your mood up, you don't gotta leave with him
(Fuck that) No more
Why them bad ones always find a waste of time?
I can't understand it
And tell me why the wack niggas always be the first in line
Girl, do you need for me to handle that for ya?

[Pre-Chorus:]
First night, I bought a link, all diamond
Try-try it on
I keep a bad bitch shinin' (Girl)
Girl, it's you that I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin'
Nice, just my type
Get your life

[Chorus:]
Tear the roof up, I like it
Tryna be on what you on tonight
Baby, gimme that fruit punch, she spiked it
Feels right bein' wrong tonight, call me
Hi, hit my line (My line, ooh)
Girl, I need that one-on-one time
Hi-hi, hit my line (Ooh)
Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up

Tell me, baby, how you want it (Yeah)
Side to side (Yeah)
Let me upgrade you, supersize (Yeah)
It's only the appetizer, so don't fill your plate up
Baby, not yet
I'ma get you them shoes he ain't get for you (Get for you)
Get you that coupe that you been wantin' (Wantin')
Fuck you in a house that you wanna live in
Different type of nigga that you gotta deal with
That's life

[Pre-Chorus:]
First night, hit her with that Frankie Lymon (Da-da, da, da-da-da)
Now she curve that nigga, stiff arm, hit the Heisman (Excuse me, woo)
Damn, my girl fly, she perfect, priceless
All she did was take that flight
Get your life

[Chorus:]
Baby, tear the roof up, I like it (Oh, yeah)
Tryna be on what you on tonight (Oh)
Baby, gimme that fruit punch, she spiked it (She spiked it)
Feels right bein' wrong tonight, call me
Hi, hit my line (My line, ooh)
Girl, I need that one-on-one time (More than one, hi)
Hi-hi, hit my line (My line, ooh)
Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up (Oh-oh)

[Bridge:]
Hi, hit my line
Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up
Hi-hi, hit my line
Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up

[Pre-Chorus:]
Call me, baby, all you gotta do is hit my line, hit my line, hit my line
Baby, gimme that fruit punch, she spiked it (All you gotta do is)
Hi, hit my line (Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up)
Get your life

[Chorus:]
Tear the roof up (Huh), I like it (Ooh)
Tryna be on what you on tonight (Oh, na-na)
Baby, gimme that fruit punch, she spiked it (Yeah, ooh)
Feels right bein' wrong tonight, bring it closer, baby
Hi, hit my line (Ooh)
Girl, I need that one-on-one time (Hi)
Hi, hit my line (Ooh)
Girl, I'm tryna fuck your head up (Fuck your, fuck your head up)

[Outro:]
Hi, hit my line