Screaming out f*ck my ex, I feel like drizzy
Soon as she touch my neck she feel all chilly
Bouta run up my check I been too busy
What's in my cup, hi tech, got me too dizzy
That bitch I left, her eyes got misty
Froze her tears and put em on my neck, now my ice all pissy
Disappear, do magic in this vette, bitch my ride get tricky
While I smoke, that's kinda risky
Lost that hoe, can't find her with me
This the dream team, student turned to master
Pockets green green, straight up out the pasture
I won't say she creeping but I wouldn't put it past her
I won't say she need it, but where I go she come after
Stacking these hunnids ain't shit
Imma jump in this bitch with a whole lotta cash
Filling my lungs in this bitch
Rolled a blunt and a spliff that's a whole lotta gas
Number nothing but one on the list
I been running this shit I should go run track
I think I might be dumping this bitch
Why she telling me bout shit when no one asked?
She gon whine
But no one care
Keep on crying
Shit ain't fair
She still sighing?
Quiet bitch be silent
I mean "please don't share"
If I hear another word come out her mouth then
I'm filling my head up with lead
My bitch drive me insane by complaining & shouting
I'm telling my next one im deaf
Back around you? I think never
Cuz without you I been better
Like a mouse do, I get cheddar
Blow clouds through like mid weather
Quick one two like Mayweather
Or maybe Canelo
You started the fire
I got the bellows
Playing her heartstrings like a cello
Aw, man she mad for what
I'm just chilling, lighting cabbage up
New bitch bad as f*ck
Old bitch running, can't run fast enough
I'm just packing Runtz
Windows tinted, still ain't black enough
Get to backing up
We just drilling, can't be shacking up
Screaming out f*ck my ex, I feel like drizzy
Soon as she touch my neck she feel all chilly
Bouta run up my check I been too busy
What's in my cup, hi tech, got me too dizzy
That bitch I left, her eyes got misty
Froze her tears and put em on my neck, now my ice all pissy
Disappear, do magic in this vette, bitch my ride get tricky
While I smoke, that's kinda risky
Lost that hoe, can't find her with me
Quintillion - CAN'T FIND HER (feat. Adam Fadi) Lyrics
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Screaming out f*ck my ex, I feel like drizzy
Soon as she touch my neck she feel all chilly
Bouta run up my check I been too busy
What's in my cup, hi tech, got me too dizzy
That bitch I left, her eyes got misty
Froze her tears and put em on my neck, now my ice all pissy
Disappear, do magic in this vette, bitch my ride get tricky
While I smoke, that's kinda risky
Lost that hoe, can't find her with me
This the dream team, student turned to master
Pockets green green, straight up out the pasture
I won't say she creeping but I wouldn't put it past her
I won't say she need it, but where I go she come after
Stacking these hunnids ain't shit
Imma jump in this bitch with a whole lotta cash
Filling my lungs in this bitch
Rolled a blunt and a spliff that's a whole lotta gas
Number nothing but one on the list
I been running this shit I should go run track
I think I might be dumping this bitch
Why she telling me bout shit when no one asked?
She gon whine
But no one care
Keep on crying
Shit ain't fair
She still sighing?
Quiet bitch be silent
I mean "please don't share"
If I hear another word come out her mouth then
I'm filling my head up with lead
My bitch drive me insane by complaining & shouting
I'm telling my next one im deaf
Back around you? I think never
Cuz without you I been better
Like a mouse do, I get cheddar
Blow clouds through like mid weather
Quick one two like Mayweather
Or maybe Canelo
You started the fire
I got the bellows
Playing her heartstrings like a cello
Aw, man she mad for what
I'm just chilling, lighting cabbage up
New bitch bad as f*ck
Old bitch running, can't run fast enough
I'm just packing Runtz
Windows tinted, still ain't black enough
Get to backing up
We just drilling, can't be shacking up
Screaming out f*ck my ex, I feel like drizzy
Soon as she touch my neck she feel all chilly
Bouta run up my check I been too busy
What's in my cup, hi tech, got me too dizzy
That bitch I left, her eyes got misty
Froze her tears and put em on my neck, now my ice all pissy
Disappear, do magic in this vette, bitch my ride get tricky
While I smoke, that's kinda risky
Lost that hoe, can't find her with me
Soon as she touch my neck she feel all chilly
Bouta run up my check I been too busy
What's in my cup, hi tech, got me too dizzy
That bitch I left, her eyes got misty
Froze her tears and put em on my neck, now my ice all pissy
Disappear, do magic in this vette, bitch my ride get tricky
While I smoke, that's kinda risky
Lost that hoe, can't find her with me
This the dream team, student turned to master
Pockets green green, straight up out the pasture
I won't say she creeping but I wouldn't put it past her
I won't say she need it, but where I go she come after
Stacking these hunnids ain't shit
Imma jump in this bitch with a whole lotta cash
Filling my lungs in this bitch
Rolled a blunt and a spliff that's a whole lotta gas
Number nothing but one on the list
I been running this shit I should go run track
I think I might be dumping this bitch
Why she telling me bout shit when no one asked?
She gon whine
But no one care
Keep on crying
Shit ain't fair
She still sighing?
Quiet bitch be silent
I mean "please don't share"
If I hear another word come out her mouth then
I'm filling my head up with lead
My bitch drive me insane by complaining & shouting
I'm telling my next one im deaf
Back around you? I think never
Cuz without you I been better
Like a mouse do, I get cheddar
Blow clouds through like mid weather
Quick one two like Mayweather
Or maybe Canelo
You started the fire
I got the bellows
Playing her heartstrings like a cello
Aw, man she mad for what
I'm just chilling, lighting cabbage up
New bitch bad as f*ck
Old bitch running, can't run fast enough
I'm just packing Runtz
Windows tinted, still ain't black enough
Get to backing up
We just drilling, can't be shacking up
Screaming out f*ck my ex, I feel like drizzy
Soon as she touch my neck she feel all chilly
Bouta run up my check I been too busy
What's in my cup, hi tech, got me too dizzy
That bitch I left, her eyes got misty
Froze her tears and put em on my neck, now my ice all pissy
Disappear, do magic in this vette, bitch my ride get tricky
While I smoke, that's kinda risky
Lost that hoe, can't find her with me
Writer: Quinn Siegrist, Adam Ghaleb
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid