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Ey, lookin' for enemies but I am playin' nice (Ohh) The way you testin' me and look' me in the eyes (Yeah) Want some of my candy, I love to see you try (Ohh-ohh) Ain't nothing real about the way you look tonight (Yeah) '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 ba-aad all over your he-ead Are you upse-et, woah-oh (Oh) Think that you cool but you ain't got a crown Be watchin' and learning 'cause I show you how Lookin' at me like you are my man What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? Ey, lookin' for drama, promise I ain't 'gon compete (Ye-yeah) So keep on movin 'cause you got nothing on me (No) What you about karma, boy, I heard she ain't so sweet (Ain't so sweet) Yeah, just so foul 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 ba-aad all over your he-ead Are you upse-et, woah-oh (Oh) Think that you cool but you ain't got a crown Be watchin' and learning 'cause I show you how Lookin' at me like you are 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?
Writer(s): Charles Aznavour, Florent Hugel, Amber Maria Van Day, Samuel Paul Newbitt Brennan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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