Lyrics

I know you got room for them other niggas You a bad gyal you know That's one thing fasho Five minutes in, now your pants on the floor Who raised you? Type of thing to affa make me chase you I doubt it that you faithful You love to play these games, got me going insane Baby who you with? We was on the phone when you told me you gon dip Now you making moves with your friends, but they not really friends You like to drink when I'm gone Smoke till its dawn You a different girl baby, who is you? Now you got me writing shit up in the stu When I'm all alone I just think of you I know you got room for them other niggas You a bad gyal you know That's one thing fasho Five minutes in, now your pants on the floor Who raised you? Type of thing to affa make me chase you I doubt it that you faithful You love to play these games, got me going insane Body Ten On it I ain't eva' been on no fuck shit Benji passed the ball, I triple dubbed it Bad gyal you know Ass fat like woah Diss me when it's summertime Miss me when it's cold Still frozen In the VIP smokin' Keep that shit in motion Ion carry shit so best believe all my dawgs totin' Betta play your cards rights cause I'm handin' deals like texas hold 'em Woke up with a couple hunnid billy's on my nightstand Right hand you went on and left I'm the right man Ion wanna chase you I'd rather wait for the right dance Please make room for me Slidin' early AM all for you (Cause) Fill up the tank, on my way towards you Too far gone, didn't want to go Took a step back just to let you know That I can't be your man Don't want the demands Didn't want to hurt you but I had to, baby Everything we had just did a flip, 180 Call me crazy Keep the circle small, I don't do new faces I'm tryna explore, tryna see new places Wrote this shit down, time to flip the page As we drift away Going separate ways Got you feeling pain Baby, I'm the one to blame Blame
Writer(s): Benjamin Brathwaite Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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