Yeah, sorry that I did you wrong, ain't felt this way in so long
I got groupies on my phone, white plug look like Post Malone, yeah
She get lit of off the Henny, this her favorite song, yeah
She like, "DJ, turn it up, this my favorite song"
Yeah, this her favorite song, sorry that I did you wrong
Yeah, ho, take off your thongs, play with that ho like ping-pong, yeah
She pop X and she get lit, this her favorite song
She like, "Xemoo, turn it up, this my favorite song"
I ain't felt this way in so damn long
She said, "I miss you, slatt, come back home"
I can't fix you, you did me wrong, yeah
I ate her up like Jimmy John's
I still got love, whoa
Where the plug at? Huh, turn the plug off
In a Hellcat, take his dome off
I want Chrome Hearts, I want VETEMENTS
Ho, lets back-track, I can get you what you want
Throw it back, back, huh, 'cause I'm bad, bad
Yeah, yeah, I really need you bad, bad
Yeah, I been booling with my slatt, slatt
This is not a Scat, this is a Hellcat, yeah
If I really like you, drop that bag, bag
I might cop the Lamb' truck 'cause it's fast, fast
Skrrt off, yeah, I hit the gas, gas
He a bum ass nigga, that's why they ain't last, last
Yeah, Chrome Hearts on the jack', jack'
I might skrrt off in Jag', Jag'
I said, "Baby, why you mad, mad?"
I got Balenci' on my tracks, I remember when I was rocking Air Maxes
Yeah, I'm sorry, bae, I got you mad, mad
Bitch, I get that gangster shit from my dad, dad
Yeah, sorry that I did you wrong, ain't felt this way in so long
I got groupies on my phone, white plug look like Post Malone, yeah
She get lit of off the Henny, this her favorite song, yeah
She like, "DJ, turn it up, this my favorite song"
Yeah, this her favorite song, sorry that I did you wrong
Yeah, ho, take off your thongs, play with that ho like ping-pong, yeah
She pop X and she get lit, this her favorite song
She like, "Xemoo, turn it up, this my favorite song"
I ain't felt this way in so damn long
She said, "I miss you, slatt, come back home"
I can't fix you, you did me wrong
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Yeah, sorry that I did you wrong, ain't felt this way in so long
I got groupies on my phone, white plug look like Post Malone, yeah
She get lit of off the Henny, this her favorite song, yeah
She like, "DJ, turn it up, this my favorite song"
Yeah, this her favorite song, sorry that I did you wrong
Yeah, ho, take off your thongs, play with that ho like ping-pong, yeah
She pop X and she get lit, this her favorite song
She like, "Xemoo, turn it up, this my favorite song"
I ain't felt this way in so damn long
She said, "I miss you, slatt, come back home"
I can't fix you, you did me wrong, yeah
I ate her up like Jimmy John's
I still got love, whoa
Where the plug at? Huh, turn the plug off
In a Hellcat, take his dome off
I want Chrome Hearts, I want VETEMENTS
Ho, lets back-track, I can get you what you want
Throw it back, back, huh, 'cause I'm bad, bad
Yeah, yeah, I really need you bad, bad
Yeah, I been booling with my slatt, slatt
This is not a Scat, this is a Hellcat, yeah
If I really like you, drop that bag, bag
I might cop the Lamb' truck 'cause it's fast, fast
Skrrt off, yeah, I hit the gas, gas
He a bum ass nigga, that's why they ain't last, last
Yeah, Chrome Hearts on the jack', jack'
I might skrrt off in Jag', Jag'
I said, "Baby, why you mad, mad?"
I got Balenci' on my tracks, I remember when I was rocking Air Maxes
Yeah, I'm sorry, bae, I got you mad, mad
Bitch, I get that gangster shit from my dad, dad
Yeah, sorry that I did you wrong, ain't felt this way in so long
I got groupies on my phone, white plug look like Post Malone, yeah
She get lit of off the Henny, this her favorite song, yeah
She like, "DJ, turn it up, this my favorite song"
Yeah, this her favorite song, sorry that I did you wrong
Yeah, ho, take off your thongs, play with that ho like ping-pong, yeah
She pop X and she get lit, this her favorite song
She like, "Xemoo, turn it up, this my favorite song"
I ain't felt this way in so damn long
She said, "I miss you, slatt, come back home"
I can't fix you, you did me wrong
I got groupies on my phone, white plug look like Post Malone, yeah
She get lit of off the Henny, this her favorite song, yeah
She like, "DJ, turn it up, this my favorite song"
Yeah, this her favorite song, sorry that I did you wrong
Yeah, ho, take off your thongs, play with that ho like ping-pong, yeah
She pop X and she get lit, this her favorite song
She like, "Xemoo, turn it up, this my favorite song"
I ain't felt this way in so damn long
She said, "I miss you, slatt, come back home"
I can't fix you, you did me wrong, yeah
I ate her up like Jimmy John's
I still got love, whoa
Where the plug at? Huh, turn the plug off
In a Hellcat, take his dome off
I want Chrome Hearts, I want VETEMENTS
Ho, lets back-track, I can get you what you want
Throw it back, back, huh, 'cause I'm bad, bad
Yeah, yeah, I really need you bad, bad
Yeah, I been booling with my slatt, slatt
This is not a Scat, this is a Hellcat, yeah
If I really like you, drop that bag, bag
I might cop the Lamb' truck 'cause it's fast, fast
Skrrt off, yeah, I hit the gas, gas
He a bum ass nigga, that's why they ain't last, last
Yeah, Chrome Hearts on the jack', jack'
I might skrrt off in Jag', Jag'
I said, "Baby, why you mad, mad?"
I got Balenci' on my tracks, I remember when I was rocking Air Maxes
Yeah, I'm sorry, bae, I got you mad, mad
Bitch, I get that gangster shit from my dad, dad
Yeah, sorry that I did you wrong, ain't felt this way in so long
I got groupies on my phone, white plug look like Post Malone, yeah
She get lit of off the Henny, this her favorite song, yeah
She like, "DJ, turn it up, this my favorite song"
Yeah, this her favorite song, sorry that I did you wrong
Yeah, ho, take off your thongs, play with that ho like ping-pong, yeah
She pop X and she get lit, this her favorite song
She like, "Xemoo, turn it up, this my favorite song"
I ain't felt this way in so damn long
She said, "I miss you, slatt, come back home"
I can't fix you, you did me wrong
Writer: Chase Vanderhorst
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid