"Call me so I can get it juicy for you."
I snap my head around. This nigga is talking to me for real. For real? For. Real. Niggacoon?
I can't stand how every new popular song becomes the new pickup line to antigame activists everywhere.
"Nah. *updown like he's small* From the looks of you I'd do better going home and getting it juicy by myself."
And so I left.