[Verse 1]

Are you willing to feel strange for a while?

Escape yo' element

You are now listening to Spicy 103 FM

And the F is for fine motherf**ker

To all the brothers out there listening who know how to appreciate

A strong-minded, hard-working sister

Call us up at 877-B-L-A-C-K L-U-V

Tell us something good that you did for your lady

And brothers we appreciate you too

Yo we do we love you

Just keep coming with that stress-free loyal D

Ya feel me?

Caller #1 what have you done for your lady?

Did you Uber helicopter or you copped the Mercedes?



[Verse 2]

It's me JP honestly

I'ma come clean

This nigga don't do nothing for me

But run up on me with the same old sad story

About a shorty in the streets acting horny

Wild and dumb like I'm foul

The typa shit that bug me when you come tryna hug me

Smelling like Popeye's, chicken heads, and fries

Don't look me in my eyes I just see pies and thighs

Things we shoulda did future unborn kids

Made our own porn just to watch with popcorn

Wrote a love song just to show my heart warm

Every picky bitch checklist got torn

All your tees hoodies sweatpants was worn

As my wifey uniform sunshine or thunderstorm

The pussy perform professional

Pretty pampered presentable

f**kboy credit unacceptable

I predict 2016 you gon' be needing me like nicotine

On your knees where you supposed to be

Since you chose to pose like I ain't 'posed to be

In your arms when you posted where them hoes a be

I'm in the kitchen cooking chickens in my hosiery

Hoping one day you'll probably propose to me

Since you opened up your soul and exposed the G

Fornicating under my grandmama rosary got a hold of me

Gripping my waist slow grinding to Jodeci

I was ready like R Kelly

It was the fourteenth of February champagne and cherries

Chit chatting with Christine killing time

Hol up, I got another caller on the line



[Verse 2: Caller #1's Man]

Waddup I'm her bae the f**kin man of day

Ayo I got something to say

You knew that night was a date that I just couldn't make

I was working late tryna cake to stunt on my birthday

Then I hear you earing out my dirty draws in the worst way

Why you calling from a phone I pay for in the first place?

Talking 'bout Popeyes do you remember our first date?



[Verse 3]

Brazilian steakhouse with the unlimited plates, great

Café up on Ludlow where we kissed and just ate crepes

Nobu up in Malibu soul food up in Flatbush too

Relationships are more than food and lusty interactions dude

Subject of attraction true love is just a battle field

Wiping these whack ass niggas off the back of my windshield

Acting up caught you slipping tripping on banana peels

Now your heart is at the f**kin' bottom of my six inch heels



[Outro]

It goes on and on

It goes on and on and on

Oh, ohh, baby

Ah, baby, oh oh!

La-da-da-da-da-oh

It goes on and on

Ah, baby!

(Hello)

On and on, yeah