Anything he can do, I can do better I make it flood in this bitch

Precipitation, you know I'm not talking bout weather

You know that we flyer' together What are the chances of getting his bitch

back

I thought that it would be never I guess that he got his lick back

Baby girl, I need some get back Anything he can do, I can do better

I thought I had showed you We was just talking about going half on a

baby You told me that you needed closure

I won't fuck you over I just fuck you over and over

My passenger seat, I'm your chauffeur I lost my composure

CauseBae, I was ready to post ya But now y'all both go on a poster

I got a confession I cheated too Baby, I didn't mean to lie to you

But let me show you what this Prada do So I can show you that I'm proud of you

Your best friend told me you ain't had it blown out in a minute

She lied cause I knew that he hit it I put my gloves on finna go O.J. Simpson

That pussy, I kill it, I must be acquitted

Okay, Lil Blastt, now you trippin', you trippin' I'm coolin' like a fan, I'm chillin', I'm chillin

I hate when these, hoes try to make me the villain

You fucked him for free and we could've made a million

Anything he can do, I can do better You fucked him for free and we could've made

a million Yeah, yeah, yeah

Anything he can do, I can do better You fucked him for free and we could've made

a, uh How you gon' leave me and we not together

I kept it P and the P turned to shhhh

Thinkin' bout it, let me grab my suppressor Cause he playin' chess, ****, I'm playin' checkers

Oh, you don't want me no more, I should let up but Fuck that for Christmas, we wear matching sweaters

My love is blind, my twin is E

Hellen Keller Date, night for three, just put me on y'all's

schedule Where was you at when I needed you

Popped the rent on some bottles of 42 I did that for hoes, who admire you

And I fucked him on camera like we we used to He gave you some dick and some flowers, you trippin

The P stand for paid if you need some assistance I guess I'm your cousin if he get the trippin

Ill bring the groceries in its finna get wicked Anything he can do, I can do better

I make it flood and it's bitch precipitation You know I'm not talkin' bout weather

You know that we flyer together What are the chances of gettin his bitch back

I thought that that it would be never I guess that he got his lick back

Baby girl, I need some get back