143 - Bobby Brackins, Ray J

Paul Wall

Roscoe Dash

YG Dorrough Music

Ray J Bobby Brackins

I-I-I-I-I-I love you

It’s the remix

143, I make you yell it when we sexing

143 is what you send me when we texting

I ba-ba-ba-ball and po-po-pop bub'

I’m just looking for some love in the club

143, I lo-lo-lo-love you

143, I lo-lo-lo-love you

143, I lo-lo-lo-love you

143, I lo-lo-lo-love you

All over the radio, yeah, I bring the cash in Toot it and boot it, YG, we be mackin'

But Bobby Brackins, puff pass the stack, and

You tonight, boo, quit asking

I’m still a stunna, baby, bro, what’s your number?

«143,» the hottest song of the summer

«I'm Ready» and «,» those the next singles

«143» is all the ladies' ringtone

Made another hit for the radio station

Hotel, motel, or the Holiday Inn

That’s where we go to get it popping like a Pepsi can

And I still don’t even care if you a lesbian

143−3-3 (hey, what it do)

143−3-3 (hey, what it do)

143−3-3 (hey, what it do)

When they see me in the club, it’s like «I love you»

Baby is a bad lil' busybody, she 'bout it All them other be hating 'cause they ain’t got it You sexy as ever, so all the players wanna smash

But you sneak through all the lame games, it’s like

Me and you together, like sweaters and cold weather

You the hottest little thing in the game, ain’t nothing better

You all about your mail, I ain’t talking 'bout a letter

You a independent lady, I love a go getter

143, she like I L-O-V-E

When she see me she be screaming, I’m like hold up, freeze

She rip my clothes off and started grinding on me You know what they say, man, sex sells

So I got her turned up off an ex pill

I can’t even tell you how the rest feel

All I remember is her saying how her neck feel

Bobby, what’s brackin', he probably in the mansion

With some girls who speak English with a accent

Looking like Eve and got a thing for fashion

I told her, «I love you, girl, with a passion»

Fast when I pass on that ass like a V6

Pushaz Ink, songs like this be remixed

Talking 'bout he balling, when he shoot, I bet he miss

And a lollipop ain’t the only thing she lick

Mr. D-O-double R, I know you know the name

The up the part, that’s how you know he lame

But now you dealing with a star, your life about to change

Ain’t no lies, spit game, ain’t even my thing

So I’ma rap it instead

I’m texting 143 if you ain’t catch what I said

I wake up early in the morning, give you breakfast in bed

Bre-bre-breakfast in bed, I want your body instead

Girl, I love you, I love you, I love you

Yeah, 143, yeah, 143, I-I-I-I-I-I love you