Nobody Else (feat. Bushy B & Majornine)

The song might be a step away from stalkin'

But I ain't stoppin' 'till it's every day we talkin'

Baby, tell me if I'm ever on some floss shit

Just excuse me, I just stepped up out the darkness

True enough, freak hoes, we tossed them

For me and you, on the beach, more proper

I'd never fault you for your wrongs, 'cause we all do 'em

When you got problems, let's rock through 'em

Yo' fine ass got me clickin' on you' pager

And you'll never even be up on yo' pager like

A lot of snaps gettin' saved, 'cause they hate a lot

But when them bitches in your face, they be fakin', huh

One time for them badass baby mamas, though

Leave **** in the past, they don't honor you

We gon' link and have a blast, if we ever do

I got a gift for you, your kids and your mama, too

So baby, tell me what's up with you? Can I make your future different?

Every fast car need an engine, hopin' you won't come with the pretendin'

'Cause I wanna love right now, I got my heart in the sky right now

I was givin' time when they ain't have time

<span begin="1:24.021" end="1:26.591">You was on my mind when I ain't have mine</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:26.265" end="1:27.105">(Have mine)</span></span>

<span begin="1:27.016" end="1:28.984">Baby, can we blow like a lemon</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:28.672" end="1:29.539">(Lemon)</span></span>

<span begin="1:29.629" end="1:31.713">And I'm so glad they made FaceTime</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:31.055" end="1:31.988">(Facetime)</span></span>

They just want a show like halftime

Heard you were looking for a heart, you can have mine

Yeah, no, no, no, no, no

Take off your shoes and let me rub on your feet

I know you hate it when I say I'm in them streets

So I ride with a .30

I got the Bible on the dash and I ain't worried

Leg by my side, by my side, by my side

It be hard to trust these hoes 'cause I don't never feel they fire

I'm used to you and I ain't used to that life

I shoot the wolf, I ain't tryna hear no cries

Now, if this home, let's treat it like it

If your friends call you 'bitch', I'ma call you 'wifey'

You better fuck me like you love me

You ain't gotta like me

When I'm mad, I'ma still come and beat it nicely