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Yeah Yeah I did not come to play with you hoes Nah No Nah No I mean if you cool with the leftovers I mean if you cool being second best You must be cool with just falling in love With someone who's falling for someone else I mean if you cool with Netflix and chill I mean if you cool with Knowing you wont get a call today I hope you got patient I mean if you cool with no holidays Then It's sad to say but I think you're so uncool I think you look like a fool And all my friends be roastin' you Yeah yeah yeah Bout to get me turnt up like Megan The Stallion I just think that You deserve the sidechick of the year award Sidechick of the year award You deserve the sidechick of the year award Sidechick of the year award Goes to You you you you you you you you Sidechick of the year award That should go to you You you you you you you you you Sidechick of the year award That should go to you I mean I can't just be mad at you When he's the one I made a commitment with But really y'all belong together (yeah) Cause' y'all go good Cause' y'all both foul And y'all both clowns I think you're so uncool I think you look like a fool And all my friends be roastin' you Yeah yeah yeah Bout to get me turnt up like Megan The Stallion I just think that You deserve the sidechick of the year award Sidechick of the year award You deserve the sidechick of the year award Sidechick of the year award Goes to You you you you you you you you Sidechick of the year award That should go to you You you you you you you you you Sidechick of the year award That should go to you He got caught up something about his kids You really think that's what it is What's up with the title he finally you're man Gone let us watch you go through this again Don't it seem weird when he slide Only like pics angled off to the side More than a friend less than committed Make reservations he say that he with it Cancel last minute and you just forgive it You must be caught I ain't mad at you dog Lying in bed your feelings be hurt Sit by yourself and Sunday at church Selfies at home selfies at work Scared move on when you chick and he jerk Ayyye that's the worse Complicated a gift and a curse Swear y'all a team numbers and shirts Play your position I know it's reserved You see y'all together even when it's blurred What he get you for Christmas A drop on the first Ride your own wave Surf Repeat after me in love was just a word Repeat after me is all you must have heard Yeah come get this award Goes to You you you you you you you you Sidechick of the year award That should go to you (yeah) You you you you you you you you Sidechick of the year award
Writer(s): Dawn Beverly, Elizabeth Amerson, Emanuel Ford Jr., Melody Holt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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