Letra

Bitch you got me stressing How the fuck do you want me to be With someone Who cant even look at my eyes I pick up the phone You hang up Damn Im mad as fuck You pick up the phone I hang up Damn You mad as fuck We used to the love I hate that Fuck Im bleeding again I thought that i was being kind But You cant never trust these hoes These hoes are hoes These hoes aint loyal Im not at home I be with my brudda Solo en home si es con paranoia Dont pick up the phone y miras mi historia You got your reasons I got my reasons but at the end of the day we are not feeling okay I got stuck in some things that i may like I water like voss Fiji is the drip I got stuck in some things that i may like I water like voss Fiji is the drip I water like voss Fiji is the drip Ey Ya! Im going to the contest no complex imma trust the procces While you drunk im sober While you talk smoking I Be Thinking of these moments When i used to pull up to your house Then we pull up to my crib Damn bicth Im loving that shit You used to call my mom I used to call your mom Like hundred times onna week Hundred calls onna month Hundred messages onne phone Be a man Dont be like kash I cannot see that hoe again I hurt that bicth so much But she wanna come to my house again Like damn bitch are you mad?!? Where you at? Kick that nigga onne back Where you at?
Writer(s): Kashzombie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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