Texty

Oh damn She just hit my phone looking cute damn Told myself I wouldn't fall there's a new plan Cause now I'm on the ground and I need a hand But I can take it Baby I'm waiting but you ain't ever make it Swear to god I can't do it if you just going to fake it She be talking back so I guess I gotta break it Hope you can take it Baby girl is sarcastic Oh awh She always with the games Go to bed when I'm in pain It's fantastic Oh awh Went and told you how I feel Made me feel like this ain't real Its sarcastic Oh awh awh Baby girl is sarcastic Oh awh awh Baby girl is sarcastic Oh shit Never fall in love with a bitch thats a pro tip Case closed You know how these hoes get At the club last night She was two lit three lit four lit Why the bad memories the only one I forget Euphoric recall These hoes be boring me dog And now she pouring patron But I'm still going hit I got a little money and don't know how to act Somewhere down the line I think I crossed the line Somewhere in the city we lost track of time Pass the wine And these memories get left behind I looked over and I said Baby girl is sarcastic Oh awh She always with the games Go to bed when I'm in pain It's fantastic Oh awh Went and told you how I feel Made me feel like this ain't real Its sarcastic Oh awh awh Baby girl is sarcastic Oh awh awh Baby girl is sarcastic
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