Lyrics

Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Pilgrim! With a iced out Rollie Bitch, I'm ballin' but I'm not no Kobe Space coupe but I'm movin' real slowly You don't know me, not your homie Your girl hit my line and she sent me heart emojis Your girl hit my line and she worried I might OD I been movin' fast but I'm dyin' real slowly She don't know me, she don't know me (She don't know me) On my own, wake up and I'm stoned, yeah, yeah Movin' slow, fifteen bitches on my phone, yeah, yeah Need to glow, gotta get it on my own, yeah, yeah You don't know me, you don't know me I don't need to flex, bitch, I'm better off at home I don't need no ex, bitch, I'm better on my own She send me a text, bitch, get up off my phone You don't know me, better on my lonely Shawty want the money but she don't want all the drugs Shawty wanna fuck but she afraid to fall in love She afraid to fall in love Shawty want a rockstar, she don't want a thug Woah, woah, woah Woah, movin' way too slow He's a lame, play your role Hit your bitch, hit the road (Pilgrim!) With a iced out Rollie Bitch, I'm ballin' but I'm not no Kobe Space coupe but I'm movin' real slowly You don't know me, not your homie Your girl hit my line and she sent me heart emojis Your girl hit my line and she worried I might OD I been movin' fast but I'm dyin' real slowly She don't know me, she don't know me (She don't know me)
Writer(s): Jacob Thureson, Beck Norling, Abe Willows Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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