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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zaria Freeman Joyner
Songwriter
Lyrics
You gonna make me hit up all my old hoes
Got the line busy so don't call my phone
Packing up the boxes with your old clothes
Got that man whipped like Indiana Jones
You gonna make me hit up all my old hoes
Got the line busy so don't call my phone
Packing up the boxes with your old clothes
Got that man whipped like Indiana Jones
You won't find no girl like me and that's a guarantee
You gonna keep playing boy don't act like you can't lose me
Cause they keep begging so I guess I can be choosy
Cause at the end of the day I know you'd choose me
Cause I stayed down for you stayed focus then got in my bag
Got blue checks in my DMs I ain't never hit them back
Cause my ass fat and they love the way I rap
If I left yo ass you would take me back
Where my Bacardi at I ain't your shorty yea
Cause you been trippin' but you never wanna call it that
Ah yea I'm good with that he at my party yea
And if his vibe is right I'll ride him like a Harley yea
Just get out my way cause we ain't the same bitch I got a date
No I can't be late said I'm on the way get me the filet
Now we conversate go back to his place we sippin' champagne
4-0 GPA got his M.B.A said give me that brain boy
You gonna make me hit up all my old hoes
Got the line busy so don't call my phone
Packing up the boxes with your old clothes
Got that man whipped like Indiana Jones
You gonna make me hit up all my old hoes
Got the line busy so don't call my phone
Packing up the boxes with your old clothes
Got that man whipped like Indiana Jones
You had a real one but you ain't feel like that shit was real life so you can't be mine
No you can't feel love even that trill love so baby deal drugs that shit will kill ya
Just go back to bad girls bad things baby live your dreams without me
You gonna regret the day that you doubted me
When I ride around in my Prada jeans
When I got a lot on my mind but see
I know you'll still be proud of me
Let love you go cause you was blind to see
Now I'm a star and they want a piece
Bae I tried to keep it peaceful
Sometimes love don't come with redoes
Just know I tried hard to keep you
Cause them guys tried hard to beat you
Hate to say that they did defeat you
Damn I really would hate to be you now
Damn I really would hate to be you now
Cause you let me go and you will never live that down
You gonna make me hit up all my old hoes
Got the line busy so don't call my phone
Packing up the boxes with your old clothes
Got that man whipped like Indiana Jones
You gonna make me hit up all my old hoes
Got the line busy so don't call my phone
Packing up the boxes with your old clothes
Got that man whipped like Indiana Jones
Writer(s): Zaria Joyner
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