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Fucked her best friend But she still wanna fuck with me And I fucked her mama But she still wanna fuck with me I just wrecked her Honda But she still wanna fuck with me And I'm full of drama But she still wanna fuck with me Stole from the offering But she still wanna fuck with me Hit her never call her But she still wanna fuck with me Took her last dollar But she still wanna fuck with me Lipstick on my collar But she still wanna fuck with me We don't make plans naw She just go with the flow yea Might get me a hand job Then I'm back on the go yea Leave a little something on the nightstand Cuz she like to shop yea Ask me will I be home by night end Probably not yea These ain't no laces in my true religion But they holding knots yea SOBs tryna book me next week Be right with that gwop yea My nigga T London up next Ain't none of y'all taking his spot yea Be close to a bomb shelter You gon need it the moment he drop Ready or not yea Fucked her best friend But she still wanna fuck with me And I fucked her mama But she still wanna fuck with me I just wrecked her Honda But she still wanna fuck with me And I'm full of drama But she still wanna fuck with me Stole from the offering But she still wanna fuck with me Hit her never call her But she still wanna fuck with me Took her last dollar But she still wanna fuck with me Lipstick on my collar But she still wanna fuck with me Lil bitch she a thot yea But she right with that top yea She asked me to wife her never But I can still give her her props yea She only 5 feet tall But that throat 6'5" dawg She got my spidey senses just tingling I'm bout to climb her walls She hate me but love me the same I don't love her just loving that frame Getting dough don't expect me to change Miles low so I'm eyeing that range Tae bo I don't shoot billy blanks Got foes so I stay at the range About growth I'm investing in planes I used to copp Bo's off of Raines road My trunk smelled like blueberry cake Change my number the minute she late Got hits like a pennant race And I'm still drinking gin with no chase Talk that shit know that gun on waist Hvac yea I'm airing the place I don't talk tell you have a nice day Shit get real leave a space where ya face was bitch
Writer(s): Terrence Bronson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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