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Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (on gang) I don't even know why you so stressed (tell me what's up) Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, uh, uh I don't even know why you so stressed, yeah (why you so stressed?) You never act like you was impressed, yeah (you was impressed, ayy) Now I only see you as my ex (my ex, my ex) Girl, my love for you, it was just a flex, uh (big ol' flex) I don't even know why you so stressed (you so stressed, uh) You never act like you was impressed (was impressed, ayy) Now I only see you as my ex (as my ex, ayy) Girl, my love for you, it was just a flex We takin' off, ain't talkin' no NASA I'm in the bed, she wan' me go faster Oh, that's your friend? I wanna smash her Just made a mess, it was a disaster Bless on your knees, she callin' me pastor She wanna ride me, yeah, like a Harley, huh I'm the big man, huh, of the party, huh When I push up in that big body I just feel myself right now Oh my God, how? I just feel myself right now I'm so high up off the ground Lot for me to confess Whole, whole lot for me to confess I'm stuck up in a box, whole, whole lot Whole, whole lot for me to confess (yeah, yeah) I don't even know why you so stressed, yeah (why you so stressed?) You never act like you was impressed, yeah (you was impressed) Now I only see you as my ex (now you're my ex) Girl, my love for you, it was just a flex, uh (just a flex, yeah) I don't even know why you so stressed (yeah, yeah-yeah) You never act like you was impressed (you was impressed, ayy) Now I only see you as my ex (now you're my ex) Girl, my love for you, it was just a flex (big ol' flex) Yeah, it's a lot for me to just confess (to confess) Tell me the reason you so depressed (so depressed) Like what did I ever get wrong? (Wrong) Just wake up every morning, life goes on, yeah I cannot give you a chance, huh I ain't tryna be your man She listen to me, she a fan These VVS's, they gon' dance, dance, dance, hmm I cannot give you no chance, yeah, yeah (no chance, no chance, yeah) Lot for me to confess Whole, whole lot for me to confess I'm stuck up in a box, whole, whole lot Whole, whole lot for me to confess I don't even know why you so stressed, yeah (why you so stressed?) You never act like you was impressed, yeah (why you was impressed?) Now I only see you as my ex (now you're my ex) Girl, my love for you, it was just a flex (big old flex) Get gone like a V12 (V12) Don't want no seatbelt (skrrt, skrrt) Bye, Felicia, ayy, yeah, uh (skrrt, skrrt) Get gone like a V12 (V12) Don't want no seat belt (seat belt) Bye, Felicia, bye-bye Get gone like a V12, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Andrew Weaver, Blake Stanton German, Kelvin Brown, Marques Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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