Lyrics

Oh you thought you was gon suck me up like that and don't call for a week Nah bitch why you being weird to me And why you ain't text me back bitch I know you wonn sleep I saw them lights on hoe yea I'm parked down the street Got me actin like this you put a spell on meat I might end up in jail if a nigga even speak That double hand twist combo got me weak Double hand twist combo so fee Man I thought this bitch was part of SWV You think I'm lyin why I'm weak in the knees She look me in my eyes drippin sweat like Keith Ion give no fuck bout a time of the month Told her turn around let me stick it in yo butt I know you dun did all this shit more than once Drop the kids off at they granny house and it's up She ain't a square but that bitch got a box on her Talk real crazy, bitch got a mouth on her Like I hit the jackpot bet the house on her Bitch got Megan knees love how she bounce on it I fell in love with a freak I fucked up Talkin bout I'm weird shid naw I love her Hand on her frontal other on my pistol Leg propped up I'm bout to shoot the club up Oh you thought you was gon suck me up like that and don't call for a week Nah bitch why you being weird to me And why you ain't text me back bitch I know you wonn sleep I saw them lights on hoe yea I'm parked down the street Got me actin like this you put a spell on meat I might end up in jail if a nigga even speak That double hand twist combo got me weak She said this ain't wat you want I'm like naw it's wat I need She tried to warn me now I'm stalkin in all her tweets Ever met a bitch that made it hard for you to cheat Ever seen a fish fly yea in my dreams Spend a check on that pussy yea wats the price tag If you comin over bring yo spennanight bag Her baby daddy supa lame kids need a step dad Ain't had a man up in years yea that's a red flag Sprung like TPain shid I ain't noticed Cook clean go to work yea that's a bonus Change my name to 24/7 why she got me open Makin all my hoes mad oh well I gotta post her Imma call right back if you ain't answering yo phone She wanna spend time imma cancel on the bros Favorite room is the kitchen let me fuck you on the stove Put the pussy in my pocket gotta let me take it home Oh you thought you was gon suck me up like that and don't call for a week Nah bitch why you being weird to me And why you ain't text me back bitch I know you wonn sleep I saw them lights on hoe yea I'm parked down the street Got me actin like this you put a spell on meat I might end up in jail if a nigga even speak That double hand twist combo got me weak
Writer(s): Dominique Maybanks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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