歌词

Pick up the phone, and I'ma slide I'd never wanna be this guy You still talk about me a lot I ain't never home, I like to ride We used to have to stand outside Now you hate the fact that I'm hot And you say you don't miss me, then you Miss me. Miss me with all that Tried to cut my baby loose and she came Right back And you say you don't miss me, then you Miss me. Miss me with all that Tried to cut my baby loose and she came Right back I been selling out shows Fucking hella, I been on a roll Boutta cop a Rover for the snow 'Cause when I come 'round, niggas better Know (Damn) Stressed out What's even worse is this is how I get my Checks now We all guilty, I know niggas who ain't getting out Why do I feel cursed if I'm so blessed now? (Why?) And you say you don't miss me, then you Miss me. Miss me with all that Tried to cut my baby loose and she came Right back And you say you don't miss me, then you Miss me. Miss me with all that I know you lying like shit Tried to cut my baby loose and she came Right back I know you lying like shit
Writer(s): Christopher Wood, Jason Avalos, David Patino, Carlos Munoz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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