His hoodie, My problem

[Intro] She showed up in his hoodie. She left in nothing I gave her time to find. [Verse 1] Big hoodie, his name on the tag She looked cozy like a girlfriend in a bag I said "nice jacket," she said "don't start" Then she pulled it off and sat on my face like art That's a uniform for a girl on a mission Look loyal in the parking lot, sloppy in the kitchen I ate it till the hoodie was a rug on the floor She moaning so loud she forgot who it was for Phone buzzed twice, she flipped it on his thread Typed "on my way home" with my tongue still in it Evil. Sexy. Funny as hell. Raunchy Radio, we don't do fairytales [Pre-Chorus] Borrow his comfort Come get it destroyed Good girl fabric Bad girl noise [Chorus] His hoodie, my problem She nasty in the cotton Sloppy wet hole While his name still on it His hoodie, my problem Don't act like you shocked then She came with his clothes on Left with her soul gone His hoodie, my problem She dripping in his team If he smell it in the laundry That's a Raunchy Radio scene [Verse 2] I bent her over the arm of the couch Hit that pussy deep till she ran out of mouth She reached back spreading, hoodie around her wrist Looked like a stolen flag on a filthy little trip Came on her ass, she wiped it with the sleeve That's disrespect in a fabric, that's a masterpiece Put it back on after, cute little grin "He won't even notice" yeah he will, that's the sin We smoked on the porch like the crime was a joke She kissed me goodbye smelling like I just spoke Drove off in his comfort with my name in her walk That's a walking violation with a cotton alibi [Chorus] His hoodie, my problem She nasty in the cotton Sloppy wet hole While his name still on it His hoodie, my problem Don't act like you shocked then She came with his clothes on Left with her soul gone [Bridge] If you loan her your hoodie you loaned her the night If it come back heavier that's a different type Don't sniff it, don't wash it, just learn from the song Raunchy Radio been knowing all along [Verse 3] Next week same hoodie, new little bruise She said "he was looking," I said "he should lose" We did it again like the joke wasn't old Good girl costume, freak when the door close [Final Chorus] His hoodie, my problem Sloppy in the cotton Don't send him this song Unless you want him watching Raunchy Radio We don't do loyal fabric [Outro] Wash it twice. Still guilty.