Lyrics
Oh you must have thought this shit was games
Giving what's mine away
Okay okay
Bitch I got time today
Fuck was you all on my line with them allegations (bout')
Hoes who don't give a fuck about you
Saying all kinds of things
I'm not just dick and validation
You neglect me for it too
I did all of them worse and they hate it
But they respect me more than you
Postin' in my ends while he was freakin' you out
Loaftin' in his bed while I was sleep on the ground
I'm out
I'm
407 to the Pearson
You can save the tears it's
LA in a couple more hours
And it never rains
Out in South Cali
Checked into the telly
Got hoes lined up at the valet
Ain't as special as I let you think you are (uh uh)
All your friends carry gaza and you did your part (uh uh)
6ix side in a couple more hours
Blockin who?
This that shit that she needs to see, to leave
Get this understood
I am not your type yea
Bet you wish you could
Tell me how you fine yea
I just bill woods
Forget how you lie
Yea
Oh yea (uh uh)
Know you still shook
From the other night yea
Fuck you real good
How you
How you like yea
Getty in the hood
And you not invited yea
Bitch I'm rich we doing this my way or the highway I'm
407 to the Pearson
You can save the tears it's
LA in a couple more hours and it never rains
Out in south Cali
Checked into the telly
Got hoes lined up at the valet
Ain't as special as I let you think you are (uh uh)
All your friends carry gaza and you did your part (uh)
6ixside in a couple more hours
Blocking who? This that shit that she needs to see, to leave
Writer(s): Ojelade Oriyomi, Jesse Rayner, Bach Hoang Nguyen-tran, Adrian Joseph Belaire, Amir Jammalieh, Jaydus States
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