Tekst Utworu

Thrilla All day Call me out my name means nada You ain't with the shits or drama Think of her satisfaction See you just being selfish Just let me fuck her four times Dawg stop being possessive Was you an only child Or you ain't have no friends You need to learn to share I know she told you not to worry And you believed her like a fucking chump Eight in the morning when you leaving She already out here blowing me up I got receipts you think I'm lying And it's the kinda shit you couldn't make up I know she told you she don't like me Well you should see the way your shawty hate fucks Yung Thrilla polarizing But that's a cost I'll pay and You probably think I'm ass but Your girl think I'm the shit I I treat her like a thot I Ain't try to learn her name and She treat me like a thot she Won't fuck me at her crib that's High level thot maneuvers My motives innocent I ain't fuck her just to spite you It's the love of the game See I'm lowkey nice as fuck you Just biased as it stands If you put all this behind you We'd probably make good friends but I know that won't ever happen But the door is always open Call me out my name means nada You ain't with the shits or drama Think of her satisfaction See you just being selfish Just let me fuck her 4 times Dawg stop being possessive Was you an only child Or you ain't have no friends You need to learn to share I know she told you not to worry And you believed her like a fucking chump Eight in the morning when you leaving She already out here blowing me up I got receipts you think I'm lying And it's the kinda shit you couldn't make up I know she told you she don't like me Well you should see the way your shawty hate fucks If i did smash your bitch Then that mean you ain't my homie I been here for a while And i know you niggas phony But I'm on my Ps and my Qs and I knows Ballin on these niggas all day I'm a pro I'm a god on these streets to these niggas And I never look weak to these niggas Your pockets might get weak fuckin with niggas But I always been true to my niggas I had to learn that on my own Got cheese on my own Might have to pimp me a bitch if She do not watch her tone And I never use a loan I got rich off making songs In that cell I was alone That made a nigga strong ooh Think of her satisfaction See you just being selfish Just let me fuck her four times Dawg stop being possessive Was you an only child Or you ain't have no friends You need to learn to share I know she told you not to worry And you believed her like a fucking chump Eight in the morning when you leaving She already out here blowing me up I got receipts you think I'm lying And it's the kinda shit you couldn't make up I know she told you she don't like me Well you should see the way your shawty hate fucks
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