Baarde - The Little Things (feat. Jay Knight) Lyrics

(Jay Knight)
I guess he keeps it lo-oh-oh-owkey
Stop acting like you kn-oh-oh-ow me
It's the little things
You a product of the people that's around you
You got snakes, you got fakes
Yeah, please don't waste my time
You so grown, but you acting like a bitch
You a two face hoe, and you trippin bout these bitches
But you acting like I don't see it,
Taking notes I stay peeping,
I swear to GOD he acting like a diva (ohh)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
He talking to these hoes behind my back, I ain't trippin
Please don't bring your hoe around me
You got some insecurities, aye
Let me break it down, yeah
Talking behind my back, that's where it starts now
You a bitch behind my back, for these bitches
You-you bout to be 30 that's a shame
He acting brand new, but I guess it's free game
I guess he keeps it lo-oh-oh-owkey
Stop acting like you kn-oh-oh-ow me
It's the little things
You a product of the people that's around you
You got snakes, you got fakes
Yeah, please don't waste my time
You so grown, but you acting like a bitch
You a two face hoe, and you trippin bout these bitches
But you acting like I don't see it,
Taking notes I stay peeping,
I swear to GOD he acting like a diva (ohh)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
He talking to these hoes behind my back, I ain't trippin
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
He talking to these hoes behind my back
Don't be thinking, I don't lose sleep
Been thinking lately like are you gon switch up on me
Say you partner but my bitch you craving
Tell me how you would feel
If I would push up on your main squeeze
DM your SIDE,
Say I'm your guy but don't you at me
Receipts from vanish,
You talk crazy on that type beat
Why you all up in your feelings, shit get rocky
I'm on a new wave trynna get paid,
Can't block the moment when the hustle screaming my name
I got momentum,
You Mark Jackson,
I'm LeBron James
I'm on the court,
You on the sideline calling my game
Swear to God that they don't know me,
That drama shit won't touch me
I reside inside my purpose, my purpose been living rent free
All my brothers having motion, my bitches pop on news feeds
And I'm not living in disguise ,
Them lame ass niggas can't get in free
It's the little things
You a product of the people that's around you
You got snakes, you got fakes
Yeah, please don't waste my time
You so grown, but you acting like a bitch
You a two face hoe, and you trippin bout these bitches
But you acting like I don't see it,
Taking notes I stay peeping,
I swear to GOD he acting like a diva (ohh)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
He talking to these hoes behind my back, I ain't trippin