Scottie Juug - Trauma Bonding Lyrics

She confiding
On the inside she dying
On the outside
Written on her face
She sick a trying
When I'm arriving
It's flowers gifts
And riding
She wanna hit the strip club
So we change the climate

I know you sick a hearing bitch
You don't mean shit to me
I know you sick a telling homegirls bitch he hitting me
You thought you won wit him
But this shit ain't a victory
Why the f*ck he don't love you
For you that shit a mystery
You drop his lo
That's on my folks
That he'll be history
You call me crying
Murder thoughts
They get to tempting me
You call me crying
It be f*cking with my temperament
I wanna grab my FN
And just get to emptying

Ion mean no threats on wax
But I said what I what said
Caint take that back
She call me heartbreaker
So a course ima break that cat
I came from bandos
Juug finessing
Bitch I'll raid yo trap
Enough of that
Oh bitch you sad
Come thru I'll taste yo ass
When I'm all alone
And I call you phone
Step away
Bae pick it up
I'm on that ledge
Wit a gun to my head
I need you to lift me up
Remind me please
Of better times
And what they meant to us
I'm crying out
Don't think you know
Just how hard prison was

I know you sick a hearing bitch
You don't mean shit to me
I know you sick a telling homegirls bitch he hitting me
You thought you won wit him
But this shit ain't a victory
Why the f*ck he don't love you
For you that shit a mystery
You drop his lo
That's on my folks
That he'll be history
You call me crying
Murder thoughts
They get to tempting me
You call me crying
It be f*cking with my temperament
I wanna grab my FN
And just get to emptying

I lost you once
Caint lose you twice
Until the after life
Used to leave yo crib
And hit the trap
To make the package right
Used to leave yo crib
And go slang dope
You know I was trapping right
Used to be in yo guts
And the way we f*cked
Was opposite average right
I was locked in tough
I would sell that stuff
I was dodging rats in trap
I heard from her last week
And my ex bitch
Wanna take me back
I'm seriously over her
Serious as heart attack
I treated her good
She took my heart
That bitch ate half of that

I know you sick a hearing bitch
You don't mean shit to me
I know you sick a telling homegirls bitch he hitting me
You thought you won wit him
But this shit ain't a victory
Why the f*ck he don't love you
For you that shit a mystery
You drop his lo
That's on my folks
That he'll be history
You call me crying
Murder thoughts
They get to tempting me
You call me crying
It be f*cking with my temperament
I wanna grab my FN
And just get to emptying