(Wake up, Incognito)
I don't want no love, don't want nobody else. These hoes don't care about me, they're caring for themselves
I think she lost her mind, lil bitch might need some help And I didn't choose this life, these are the cards I'm dealt
F*ckin' with my mental, tell me what you get me into. I don't trust none of these niggas, that's why I keep me a pistol
I always stand on business, feel like Rick when he a pickle You lost me when you said that you don't know, don't got no signal
Tell me what you in for When I'm all alone, I don't even let my twin know She tryna f*ck on me, but no, I gotta let you go
She said that she don't want my love, I leave that to the pros Ain't no back and forth, you a poor sport You gone let them feelings show, no need, I will abort
Why you playin' with my love, am I your last resort? No, I don't need no beef, cause this not motorsport
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(Wake up, Incognito)
I don't want no love, don't want nobody else. These hoes don't care about me, they're caring for themselves
I think she lost her mind, lil bitch might need some help And I didn't choose this life, these are the cards I'm dealt
F*ckin' with my mental, tell me what you get me into. I don't trust none of these niggas, that's why I keep me a pistol
I always stand on business, feel like Rick when he a pickle You lost me when you said that you don't know, don't got no signal
Tell me what you in for When I'm all alone, I don't even let my twin know She tryna f*ck on me, but no, I gotta let you go
She said that she don't want my love, I leave that to the pros Ain't no back and forth, you a poor sport You gone let them feelings show, no need, I will abort
Why you playin' with my love, am I your last resort? No, I don't need no beef, cause this not motorsport
I don't want no love, don't want nobody else. These hoes don't care about me, they're caring for themselves
I think she lost her mind, lil bitch might need some help And I didn't choose this life, these are the cards I'm dealt
F*ckin' with my mental, tell me what you get me into. I don't trust none of these niggas, that's why I keep me a pistol
I always stand on business, feel like Rick when he a pickle You lost me when you said that you don't know, don't got no signal
Tell me what you in for When I'm all alone, I don't even let my twin know She tryna f*ck on me, but no, I gotta let you go
She said that she don't want my love, I leave that to the pros Ain't no back and forth, you a poor sport You gone let them feelings show, no need, I will abort
Why you playin' with my love, am I your last resort? No, I don't need no beef, cause this not motorsport
Writer: Maurion Guerrier
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