She gone call me on my phone and I tell her wassup
She be askin' bout my day like I don't give a f*ck
She gone see me in the club with some drink in my cup
And a bad bitch too cuz I'm running from you
Bought that bitch a new Birkin
High fashion
You mad too cuz you couldn't get it back then
Oh my god
Who's that guy
Walkin' through the city with a baddie he a icon
That's me
Outta Lxck on the scene
Walked up Margiela on feet
Pretty lil mama wanna picture with me
Spillin' liquor on her T now she wearin' my fleece
Finna back lane swerve now she swervin' on me
Send that boy a sneak peak while he brushin' his teeth
Know he livid when he seen that
Prolly make em relapse
Two mega pints and leave em shittin' on the cement
Ooh tough crowd on me
Holdin' a gun just make me feel so pretty
She got
Blonde hair Moncler I know you seen that
Caught up with shawty little Latina like Selena
It is not my fault
That you is not my type
She gone shake it drop it down and maybe hold my pipe
And I could get it that she crazy she might take my life
But that is not my fault
That just be what I like
Ooh spill some lean on my shoe
And I'ma lean at my show
And I'ma hope she come through
And if she don't I go ghost
Where'd you go little hoe
Needa see once more
Drop my bag wrist twist and I open the door
Who's that what's this see them panties on floor
Load a clip bust shit leave his body with whore's
Bloody up the D and G's
Cop me some more
And I know she like Margiela so I bought me some more
Drop heads
I'ma zombie and she drop dead
Wither in weather
Stone cold Jack sip in the Nether
I gave my heart to the lady
But then she carved in a fissure
Leave me entombed in a grave
I'll still come back to come visit you
Dead wrong
You did me dirty now your head gone
Should of listened to the story bout the last one
Back track put my heart up in a back pack
Leave it in the city get returned right by a nat nat
Shoulda given it up
Now it get sticky leave em icky when we stickin' em up
And I get picky when I'm pickin' em up
I need like 10 bad 10's
Got a lot on mind
So it it get hard to pretend
That you ain't honor my pride
And you ain't call me a friend
So now I roll up the dope
And smoke on one 'til the end
Now let me pull up a pen
And write up somethin' provoking
I bet you really feel like you choking
You wrote me
Baby come back
Its like I need you so bad
I really miss it when kiss it and you came with a stack
Lil bitch I bet that you do
But tell em how that you came to
Be so alone and see your mans on the cable
Now I'm up on stage
And they be chantin' my name
It makes me think about the time that
Think about the time that
She gone call me on my phone and I tell her wassup
She be askin' bout my day like I don't give a f*ck
She gone see me in the club with some drink in my cup
And a bad bitch too cuz I'm running from you
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She gone call me on my phone and I tell her wassup
She be askin' bout my day like I don't give a f*ck
She gone see me in the club with some drink in my cup
And a bad bitch too cuz I'm running from you
Bought that bitch a new Birkin
High fashion
You mad too cuz you couldn't get it back then
Oh my god
Who's that guy
Walkin' through the city with a baddie he a icon
That's me
Outta Lxck on the scene
Walked up Margiela on feet
Pretty lil mama wanna picture with me
Spillin' liquor on her T now she wearin' my fleece
Finna back lane swerve now she swervin' on me
Send that boy a sneak peak while he brushin' his teeth
Know he livid when he seen that
Prolly make em relapse
Two mega pints and leave em shittin' on the cement
Ooh tough crowd on me
Holdin' a gun just make me feel so pretty
She got
Blonde hair Moncler I know you seen that
Caught up with shawty little Latina like Selena
It is not my fault
That you is not my type
She gone shake it drop it down and maybe hold my pipe
And I could get it that she crazy she might take my life
But that is not my fault
That just be what I like
Ooh spill some lean on my shoe
And I'ma lean at my show
And I'ma hope she come through
And if she don't I go ghost
Where'd you go little hoe
Needa see once more
Drop my bag wrist twist and I open the door
Who's that what's this see them panties on floor
Load a clip bust shit leave his body with whore's
Bloody up the D and G's
Cop me some more
And I know she like Margiela so I bought me some more
Drop heads
I'ma zombie and she drop dead
Wither in weather
Stone cold Jack sip in the Nether
I gave my heart to the lady
But then she carved in a fissure
Leave me entombed in a grave
I'll still come back to come visit you
Dead wrong
You did me dirty now your head gone
Should of listened to the story bout the last one
Back track put my heart up in a back pack
Leave it in the city get returned right by a nat nat
Shoulda given it up
Now it get sticky leave em icky when we stickin' em up
And I get picky when I'm pickin' em up
I need like 10 bad 10's
Got a lot on mind
So it it get hard to pretend
That you ain't honor my pride
And you ain't call me a friend
So now I roll up the dope
And smoke on one 'til the end
Now let me pull up a pen
And write up somethin' provoking
I bet you really feel like you choking
You wrote me
Baby come back
Its like I need you so bad
I really miss it when kiss it and you came with a stack
Lil bitch I bet that you do
But tell em how that you came to
Be so alone and see your mans on the cable
Now I'm up on stage
And they be chantin' my name
It makes me think about the time that
Think about the time that
She gone call me on my phone and I tell her wassup
She be askin' bout my day like I don't give a f*ck
She gone see me in the club with some drink in my cup
And a bad bitch too cuz I'm running from you
She be askin' bout my day like I don't give a f*ck
She gone see me in the club with some drink in my cup
And a bad bitch too cuz I'm running from you
Bought that bitch a new Birkin
High fashion
You mad too cuz you couldn't get it back then
Oh my god
Who's that guy
Walkin' through the city with a baddie he a icon
That's me
Outta Lxck on the scene
Walked up Margiela on feet
Pretty lil mama wanna picture with me
Spillin' liquor on her T now she wearin' my fleece
Finna back lane swerve now she swervin' on me
Send that boy a sneak peak while he brushin' his teeth
Know he livid when he seen that
Prolly make em relapse
Two mega pints and leave em shittin' on the cement
Ooh tough crowd on me
Holdin' a gun just make me feel so pretty
She got
Blonde hair Moncler I know you seen that
Caught up with shawty little Latina like Selena
It is not my fault
That you is not my type
She gone shake it drop it down and maybe hold my pipe
And I could get it that she crazy she might take my life
But that is not my fault
That just be what I like
Ooh spill some lean on my shoe
And I'ma lean at my show
And I'ma hope she come through
And if she don't I go ghost
Where'd you go little hoe
Needa see once more
Drop my bag wrist twist and I open the door
Who's that what's this see them panties on floor
Load a clip bust shit leave his body with whore's
Bloody up the D and G's
Cop me some more
And I know she like Margiela so I bought me some more
Drop heads
I'ma zombie and she drop dead
Wither in weather
Stone cold Jack sip in the Nether
I gave my heart to the lady
But then she carved in a fissure
Leave me entombed in a grave
I'll still come back to come visit you
Dead wrong
You did me dirty now your head gone
Should of listened to the story bout the last one
Back track put my heart up in a back pack
Leave it in the city get returned right by a nat nat
Shoulda given it up
Now it get sticky leave em icky when we stickin' em up
And I get picky when I'm pickin' em up
I need like 10 bad 10's
Got a lot on mind
So it it get hard to pretend
That you ain't honor my pride
And you ain't call me a friend
So now I roll up the dope
And smoke on one 'til the end
Now let me pull up a pen
And write up somethin' provoking
I bet you really feel like you choking
You wrote me
Baby come back
Its like I need you so bad
I really miss it when kiss it and you came with a stack
Lil bitch I bet that you do
But tell em how that you came to
Be so alone and see your mans on the cable
Now I'm up on stage
And they be chantin' my name
It makes me think about the time that
Think about the time that
She gone call me on my phone and I tell her wassup
She be askin' bout my day like I don't give a f*ck
She gone see me in the club with some drink in my cup
And a bad bitch too cuz I'm running from you
Writer: Matthew Jetton-Rangel
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