Don't Hit Me Up

**"Don't Hit Me Up"** is an unreleased song by GIRLI. It was featured on her debut radio show/mixtape *GIRLI.fm*.

## Lyrics

Tina, Marina, Jessica, Sabrina

Lisa, Regina, Kathy and Bob

Tina, Marina, Jessica, Sabrina

Lisa, Regina, Kathy and Bob

A service messages are running through my brain

All I do is taut and I delete them in disdain

You're sending selfies of your fun times in Bahrain

You think you're cool but my friend thinks you're fucking vain

Fuck Apple for making a movie scene

When you don't reply I can seed a scene

You tweet about a girl called Jane

Stalking her Twitter but this girl's insane

In denial I'm not your side chick

You're a prick, you're a dick, you're a motherfucking chick

I can see through your lies and your puppy dog eyes

I'm walking out, goodbye

Say you've got a booking and you say it all the time

But when I check your Facebook out it says that you're online

The girls that spent your credit card, your love has been declined

I'm glad that you forgot the pin number into my mind

Don't hit me up, you'll never gonna get to read my blog

Don't hit me up, I'm deleting you from my contacts

Don't hit me up, you do guitar to cover your drugs

Don't hit me up, I'm blocking you, I found my Snapchat

Hit me up

Don't hit me up

Hit me up

Don't hit me up, oh

Hit me up

Don't hit me up

Hit me up

Don't hit me up, oh

Tina, Marina, Jessica, Sabrina

Lisa, Regina, Kathy and Bob

Tina, Marina, Jessica, Sabrina

Lisa, Regina, Kathy and Bob

That cologne that you think you're rocking

I'll say it now baby, it's appalling

Try your best, but they're still calling

All your chicks, they'll know that you're boring

[?] not a piece of me

Not a freebie from a men's magazine

I'm not trash, you don't know what that's been

I'm right, you're left, though, just don't be mean

Say you've got a booking and you say it all the time

But when I check your Facebook out it says that you're online

The girls that spent your credit card, your love has been declined

I'm glad that you forgot the pin number into my mind

Don't hit me up, you'll never gonna get to read my blog

Don't hit me up, I'm deleting you from my contacts

Don't hit me up, you do guitar to cover your drugs

Don't hit me up, I'm blocking you, I found my Snapchat

Hit me up

Don't hit me up

Hit me up

Don't hit me up, oh

Hit me up

Don't hit me up

Hit me up

Don't hit me up, oh

Tina, Marina, Jessica, Sabrina

Lisa, Regina, Kathy and Bob

Tina, Marina, Jessica, Sabrina

Lisa, Regina, Kathy and Bob

Get away from me, boy

Get away from me, boy

Get away from me, boy

Get away from me, boy

Get away from me, boy

Get away from me, boy

Don't hit me up, you'll never gonna get to read my blog

Don't hit me up, I'm deleting you from my contacts

Don't hit me up, you do guitar to cover your drugs

Don't hit me up, I'm blocking you, I found my Snapchat

He's not in my contacts anymore

I deleted him yesterday

Pretending it never happened

Fuck him anyway

Type his name in my phone and you'll get nothing

You know, I don't even regret it

His number's in the air somewhere for another girl to despair over how it's not fair that he never texts when he says he will

He never texts when he says he will

He never texts when he says he will

He never texted when he said he would

Don't hit me up, you're never gonna get a reply back

Don't hit me up, I'm deleting you from my contacts

Don't hit me up, you're never gonna get a reply back

Don't hit me up, I'm deleting you from my contacts

From my contacts

I deleted you from my contacts

Down the Harringay Hair Salon

They're gossiping 'bout teachers' new eve

They've got on the TV with some unknown countries [?] on in the background

Next door there's some cheap international calls

A girl talks to her internet lover for 50p a minute

And the internet cafes serving up cups of connection

Flash forward eight hours to the twenty-nine night bus and the lads are getting on the top deck

Coming back from a [?] playing Beck

Out their shitty little portable speaker

One girl flinches like the shouts are gonna hit her

Unsuspecting tourist families arrive at the airport

But a five day city break, that's way too short

To see London in all its entirety

To do that you got to be here 'till you're ninety-three

## References

1. ↑ https://soundcloud.com/girlimusic/girlifm