Oh why you try
To justify yo lies
Keep me up
You keep me up
All night
All alone
Not a lover in sight
Why i let you
Do this shit to me
I aint coming back
Had to struggle thru my past
And u just bring it back
Oh girl
I aint f*ckin round again
Oh girl
I'm blowing up
You old news ya u made me lack
You hit my phone
U see my money
I aint tryna brag
But toxic
People hit me up
Just cuz i got a bag
But toxic
People hit me up
Just cuz i got a bag
Just cuz i got a bag
Yea 1, 2
Text message
Ring my ohone
Don't want you
Cuz you only want my guala
Cant love you
Cuz you only wana holla
When its for you
When its for you
Yeah
I got a wife now
Really love her
Every night
Fine dine now
I be winning
Cuz she down to ride
When we broke
She stay by my side
When we up
Win together
We always alright
(CHORUS)
Now its just me
All alone in my studio
All week
But i aint worried bout it cuz
We blowing up
Don't worry bout it cuz
Back then
Woulda came thru da back door
Back then
Tried to put me in shackles
Back then
Didn't have a dad to ask those
Questions that i really needed to know
Like i aint give a f*ck
About those assholes
Tell me how to live
U homies rlly need to back up
Try to talk shit
On how the kid came up
Went thru a lotta shit
But now I'm winning try to talk
Like don't you hit my phone no more
No don't u try to give me love
Growin up rlly felt like i aint had no one
Like i had no one
Now I'm winning all em hit me up
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
(CHORUS)
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Oh why you try
To justify yo lies
Keep me up
You keep me up
All night
All alone
Not a lover in sight
Why i let you
Do this shit to me
I aint coming back
Had to struggle thru my past
And u just bring it back
Oh girl
I aint f*ckin round again
Oh girl
I'm blowing up
You old news ya u made me lack
You hit my phone
U see my money
I aint tryna brag
But toxic
People hit me up
Just cuz i got a bag
But toxic
People hit me up
Just cuz i got a bag
Just cuz i got a bag
Yea 1, 2
Text message
Ring my ohone
Don't want you
Cuz you only want my guala
Cant love you
Cuz you only wana holla
When its for you
When its for you
Yeah
I got a wife now
Really love her
Every night
Fine dine now
I be winning
Cuz she down to ride
When we broke
She stay by my side
When we up
Win together
We always alright
(CHORUS)
Now its just me
All alone in my studio
All week
But i aint worried bout it cuz
We blowing up
Don't worry bout it cuz
Back then
Woulda came thru da back door
Back then
Tried to put me in shackles
Back then
Didn't have a dad to ask those
Questions that i really needed to know
Like i aint give a f*ck
About those assholes
Tell me how to live
U homies rlly need to back up
Try to talk shit
On how the kid came up
Went thru a lotta shit
But now I'm winning try to talk
Like don't you hit my phone no more
No don't u try to give me love
Growin up rlly felt like i aint had no one
Like i had no one
Now I'm winning all em hit me up
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
(CHORUS)
To justify yo lies
Keep me up
You keep me up
All night
All alone
Not a lover in sight
Why i let you
Do this shit to me
I aint coming back
Had to struggle thru my past
And u just bring it back
Oh girl
I aint f*ckin round again
Oh girl
I'm blowing up
You old news ya u made me lack
You hit my phone
U see my money
I aint tryna brag
But toxic
People hit me up
Just cuz i got a bag
But toxic
People hit me up
Just cuz i got a bag
Just cuz i got a bag
Yea 1, 2
Text message
Ring my ohone
Don't want you
Cuz you only want my guala
Cant love you
Cuz you only wana holla
When its for you
When its for you
Yeah
I got a wife now
Really love her
Every night
Fine dine now
I be winning
Cuz she down to ride
When we broke
She stay by my side
When we up
Win together
We always alright
(CHORUS)
Now its just me
All alone in my studio
All week
But i aint worried bout it cuz
We blowing up
Don't worry bout it cuz
Back then
Woulda came thru da back door
Back then
Tried to put me in shackles
Back then
Didn't have a dad to ask those
Questions that i really needed to know
Like i aint give a f*ck
About those assholes
Tell me how to live
U homies rlly need to back up
Try to talk shit
On how the kid came up
Went thru a lotta shit
But now I'm winning try to talk
Like don't you hit my phone no more
No don't u try to give me love
Growin up rlly felt like i aint had no one
Like i had no one
Now I'm winning all em hit me up
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
(CHORUS)
Writer: HARRY LAWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave