Texty

Bitches switch, niggas switch, and family switch too Get rolled I'm going fed 'Cause this new blicky got a switch too Every time we conversate, you bring up my old issue Made peace within myself, looked in the mirror, Osh'a it's you Bitch don't get to comfortable Let you get too close You know my secrets now I'm vulnerable Constantly misused, you told me lies, now I can't honor you Police ass nigga asking questions, fuck your interviews Hope that girl look at me the same, she see my inner views Yeah, I feel like they against me, scared to vent 'cause we fallout You gone use that shit against me I see you as a brother, you see me as competition That hoe be playing with my head Oh, she must be a beautician, huh Yeah, 'cause I can't trust a soul (soul) I been switching cars like I've been switching out my clothes (clothes) I can't fuck you baby, lately I've been on the road (road) (yuh) I can't stop for you because the bitches come and go (go) These people come and go (go) Yeah, 'cause I can't trust a soul (soul) I been switching cars like I've been switching out my clothes (yuh) I can't fuck you baby, lately I've been on the road (yuh) I can't stop for you because the bitches come and go (go) These people come and go (go) Oh, you got Anna on yo' chest? Let's get if off (yuh) Say when you turned on me I turned my feelings off (yuh) I had to find my myself when I was feeling lost Bitch don't say you sorry You just sorry you got caught Why you did me dirty? I can't comprehend (yuh) Fallback and do better that's my best revenge Bitch I'll cut my blood off, don't care we best of friends You say you love me, then abuse me, no, that shit pretend (pretend) Yeah, 'cause I can't trust a soul (soul) I been switching cars like I've been switching out my clothes (yuh) I can't fuck you baby, lately I've been on the road (yuh) I can't stop for you because the bitches come and go (go) These people come and go (go) Yeah, 'cause I can't trust a soul (soul) I been switching cars like I've been switching out my clothes (yuh) I can't fuck you baby, lately I've been on the road (yuh) I can't stop for you because the bitches come and go These people come and go (Oh, you got Anna on yo' chest? Let's get it off) (Oh, you got Anna on yo' chest? Let's get it off)
Writer(s): Osh’a Escabar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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