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Cayo
Cayo
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Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
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Samar Jackson
Samar Jackson
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Michael Lamar White
Michael Lamar White
Songwriter

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Huh, and she like, "Fuck it, it's too late for this" Huh, but it's not late for him Shawty, stay away from me Huh, since you feel safe with him Shawty, yeah, you did me bad Huh, but you do good for him Throw my heart up in the trash Huh, but still, you stood for him Turned too fast, can't wait much longer Huh, majesty, yeah, you my Honor Huh, love of my life, but I call her a goner Huh, white plug, so I'm callin' him Connor Said that it's over, she sending me under I know I'm for you, I got it Steel on my dog, I call him Goddard One day, woke up and I'm fallin' When I asked you what it really was, you said you ain't know You said that you hurting me, but you can't let me go I don't want this shit to end, just had to let you know I just want my baby back, just want my baby home Home, want my baby home Home, home-home-home Home, want my baby home Home, want my baby home Huh, I ain't make her yet, but, yeah, I love my daughter Huh, let that nigga try me, I skip by the water Every problem that we had, girl, I tried to solve it Huh, fuck these people on your dick, girl, you know you poppin' I wanna kill him when he wit' her Huh, I'm a demon, I'm a real wig splitter Huh, Backwoods spark, I'm smokin' on Swisher I ain't tryna fall back in the middle I been dancin', I been singin', I been rappin' since I was little Huh, I'll trade everything that I got, baby (yeah), gotta make it ship I'm the big dog, I ain't ever been in no Goddamn kennel (nah) All it take is one call, I'll have yo' ass in the river (ha) Wrist cold, neck cold, snow cone, give yo' ass the shivers (ha) I only hang with the members, all by myself, I don't got contenders Smokin' on 'wood, won't get no splinter I don't even wear no coat in the winter I'm hot like hell, I'm raised by the sinners We on a yacht, shiver me timbers I'm in a 'Rari, the seats is ember Left him in the dust, all he see is the fender One foot and I crash, defeat the defender Can't do it himself 'cause he a depender Read in between lines, like I got a Kindle I give 'em a show, I'm on Jimmy Kimmel I put down that plan, I gave them the demo I was hoping you would get the damn memo I'm rich on purpose, no coincidental No lie, I'm perfect, on this instrumental Tryna rage, I ain't tryna be sentimental Hoping that you was tryna suck my pickle (Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on) Huh, and she like, "Fuck it, it's too late for this" Huh, but it's not late for him Shawty, stay away from me Huh, since you feel safe with him Shawty, yeah, you did me bad Huh, but you do good for him Throw my heart up in the trash Huh, but still, you stood for him Turned too fast, can't wait much longer Huh, majesty, yeah, you my Honor Huh, love of my life, but I call her a goner
Writer(s): Michael Lamar White Ii, Nick Manson, Justin Tranter, Julia Michaels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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