Texty

It's about time that I let go I don't miss her Pornstars gettin' with the clique I don't miss her Hoes without clothes Curlin' toes I don't miss her Stripper dancing all around that pole (titty) She said mister Can I be yo suga baby I'ma treat you good I'm the female that you need to Tug upon yo morning wood (My boner) I said girl can you cook She said no (No steak no cake) Gave that bish a dolla bill and made my way up out the door Ridin' round the city Instagram are you feelin' this Puttin' up a show so she knows that I'm killin' it She pull up in my dreams I said Bitch you are killin' meh I'm tearing at the seams Turnin' green are you feelin' meh Got my eyes xx Numbin' my mind, sex sex She want my time, next next They on my line, text text Got my eyes xx Numbin' my mind, sex sex She want my time, next next They on my line, text text Chillin' at a party and you know that it ain't audible Girl give me eyes but I sigh Where the honor roll Lookin' round the scene in the night with my optical Like an eagle soaring with the flight Rid the nautical (Caw caw motherfucker) Oh shit There's my ex (Oof) She saw me lookin' now she lookin' right back with a step I take a breathe Feelin' tense Now she Turnin' to her left Leavin' with another dude Wait what the fuck is that Seth? Yeah *Huhuhuhhuhuhuhuh*
Writer(s): Richard Mclaughlin, Slvg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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