Lyrics

We gonna make the girls dance I ain't lookin' for ennemies But I ain't playin' nice The way you testing me and Look me in the eyes Want some of my own candy I love to see you try Ain't nothing real about the Way you look tonight 'Cause I know in the morning You'll be wakin' up all alone Posing all over your story With nothing to hold but your phone You got it bad all over your head Are you upset? You think that you cool But you ain't got a crown Where can I learn it 'cause I show you how Lookin' at me like you want my man What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck Ain't lookin for drama Promise I'm not gonna compete So keep on movin' 'cause You got nothing on me What you know about karma? Oh I heard she ain't so sweet Get your self out of the club If you can't take the heat 'Cause I know in the morning You'll be wakin' up all alone Posing all over your story With nothing to hold but your phone You got it bad all over your head Are you upset? You think that you cool But you ain't got a crown Where can I learn it 'cause I show you how Lookin at me like you want my man What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck What the fuck Another beat another banger We out here uniting the Hiphop and the House Huff up Brr squat What the fuck
Writer(s): Charles Aznavour, Florent Hugel, Amber Maria Van Day, Samuel Paul Newbitt Brennan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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