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Amelia Moore
Amelia Moore
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Amelia Moore
Amelia Moore
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Blaise Railey
Blaise Railey
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Blake Straus
Blake Straus
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jackson lee morgan
jackson lee morgan
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Kyle Buckley
Kyle Buckley
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Charles Roberts Nelsen
Charles Roberts Nelsen
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Patrick Michael Smith
Patrick Michael Smith
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Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
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Blake Straus
Blake Straus
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Timbaland
Timbaland
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Dale Becker
Dale Becker
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Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
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Nate Mingo
Nate Mingo
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Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
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Pink Slip
Pink Slip
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inverness
inverness
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Oh, no, no, no, girl, don't fuck with him We both know exactly how it ends Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again Back to him, back to him, no How many times I gotta tell you? If he wanted to he would show face And you know I been there too Fucking 'round with old news Fucking 'round with old dudes Never judge you, baby If he ain't got the money for a bed frame He's too broke to take up any headspace And you can't trust no man who skipping leg day Drop that dead weight To you, it's something real, to him, it's physical He's so predictable, he's so predictable You tell him how you feel (how you feel), he goes invisible (you gotta) You gotta show this dick that you've become undickable, no Oh, no, no, no, girl, don't fuck with him We both know exactly how it ends Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again Back to him, back to him, no Baby, baby girl, give me the phone (baby, baby) You know you should leave his ass alone, oh Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again Back to him, oh no, no, back to him, oh (Timbo) We too close, I know your type Promise me, no more Geminis, stars did not align All that for a business major right Fuckboys are your Kryptonite And this one is true to the recipe You gotta switch up the recipe Honestly, shit is depressing me, no If he ain't got the money for a bed frame (no) He's too broke to take up any headspace And you can't trust no man who skipping leg day Drop that dead weight To you, it's something real, to him, it's physical He's so predictable, he's so predictable (oh, yeah) You tell him how you feel (how you feel), he goes invisible (you gotta) You gotta show this dick that you've become undickable, no (Hey, babe) Oh, no, no, no, girl, don't fuck with him (no) We both know exactly how it ends Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again (hey, babe) Back to him, back to him, no (no) Baby, baby girl, give me the phone (no) You know you should leave his ass alone Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again (hey, babe) Back to him, oh no, no, back to him, oh
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Blaise Railey, Kyle Buckley, Jackson Lee Morgan, Charles Roberts Nelsen, Blake Straus, Amelia Moore, Jque Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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