Letras

Pull up, pull up, pull up Yeah Pull up in the truck, I'm late, yeah Thinkin' 'bout all the bands I'm yet to make and I was lookin' for you in the crowd, dipped out I'ma put this shit on play, with or without you Without you, without you Do I give a shit about you? Fuckin' lil' bitch, I'ma devour you Castin' spells like I never had no values Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, fuck you Does it look like I care about you? Fuck your mom, little sister and your dad too Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh At the back of the show, I'm waitin' Scrollin' through my phone in vain when I get a text sayin', "Y'all want in for free?" These little bitches don't know anything about me About me? That's funny I remember when they called me ugly Now I'm sittin' front row at the runway Wilhelmina models steady tryna fuck me Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, fuck you Does it look like I care about you? Fuck your mom, little sister, and your dad too Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh You geekin', I don't wanna see you Playin' big shows, sellin' out venues Like a rock star, pull up in the black car While you're blacked out back at your mom's house I tried to give myself reason But I think our trust lost meanin' Guess they noticed that I'm freezin' All on your knees and pleadin' Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, fuck you Does it look like I care about you? Fuck your mom, little sister and your dad too Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (You lost out, I don't wanna listen) Kept my eyes straight and my vision Can miss me with your inhibitions Focused on me, I'ma detox that shit Where were you when I fell? Now I'm up, everybody callin' my cell Decline, I'm doin' what I wanna do I'ma bool hard in an apartment with a fuckin' view Bool hard in an apartment with a fuckin' view
Writer(s): Benjamin Reis, Daine Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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