Letra

Yeah, If I say it I'm gonna say it to your face Don't wanna talk I don't wanna liaise She put SW1 in waze loser get dressed we're garn vacate sorry Sorry I ain't sorry, them man there aint got no game they're sorry Violated now they're saying sorry What is it that you were saying sorry AKA the hungriest one, none of these man are tryna do up one VS one Sicker than a 2019 global infection world dominate then onto the next one Shorty saw a future with me like I am a Jetson She moved salty when I cut out that shit weren't no Epsom Leave the past in the past I ain't tryna flex on em little blast from the past tryna clart man ta ras I would rate your ting but you don't work on your craft Nigga victim cry that they been hurt in the past They ask why I do it I'm just tryna splurge on my marge You ain't gang you ain't part of the herd nah nah nah Turn on the camera when I step out All the hoes are on me you feel left out I fucked this white ting broski told me get out But I made her he he he and she's in my debt now guess how; hehe If I say it I'm gonna say it to your face Don't wanna talk I don't wanna liaise She put sw1 in waze, loser get dressed we're garn vacate sorry Sorry I ain't sorry, them man there aint got no game they're sorry Violated now they're saying sorry what is it that you were saying sorry
Writer(s): Eric D Smith, Eugene Stanley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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