If My Girl Find Out
Bro, she gon' kill you (bro, she gon' kill you...)
I'ma be dead in a ditch somewhere (I'ma be dead in a ditch somewhere...)
I ain't been home in the last 30 days (damn)
I been on the road, doin' shows, gettin' paid (gettin' paid)
Room full of -, do whatever backstage (whatever)
Pop a pill, blow a kill, now they goin' both ways (ay)
My old lady called, hit ignore on her (ignore)
Diggin' in the - guts like an organ donor (ugh)
N-, this the life, you gotta feel me (you gotta feel me)
If my girl find out, she gon' kill me (she gon' kill me)
Said if my girl find out, she gon' kill me
If my girl find out, she gon' kill me
N- this the life, gotta feel me
But if my girl find out, she gon' kill me (find out, find out)
If my girl find out-
Call me Mr. Don Trip or Mr. Pour-It-In-Her-Mouth
Lady catch you and she probably throw a - out
I ain't called all day, I'm preoccupied
She ask me where I'm at, I'm trying not to lie
Tell her, "I ain't get no service"
She like, "Why you playin'?"
"I seen you liking bitches pictures all on Instagram"
Damn, say she fed up, all these independent posts
About how these groupie - never want you when you broke
I'm like, "Here we go again"
I'm like, "Well, she got a point"
But this b- just did the splits like this - ain't got no joints
I got all sort of lies for her soon as I get home
If she don't buy it, take her shopping
Buy her anything she want and she'll forgive me
I ain't been home in the last 30 days (damn)
I been on the road, doin' shows, gettin' paid (yeah)
Room full of -, do whatever backstage (they do whatever)
Pop a pill, blow a kill, now they goin' both ways (ay, ay, ay)
My old lady called, hit ignore on her (ignore)
Diggin' in the - guts like an organ donor (oh, what?)
N-, this the life, you gotta feel me (you gotta feel me)
If my girl find out, she gon' kill me (she gon' kill me)
Said, if my girl find out, she gon' kill me (she gon' kill me)
If my girl find out, she gon' kill me (kill me)
N-, this the life, you gotta feel me (gotta feel me)
But if my girl find out, she gon' kill me (damn)
If my girl find out
If my girl find out
Don't post that - online, don't want the world to find out (out)
Lately all my -, they been saving text messages
Screenshotting the images, plan to present it as evidence
Precisely why I never take them - to my residence
Game sold separately, I ain't no celebrity
When I wasn't wrong, I was coming home to the same old questionin'
Wait, she gon' think I'm lying even when I don't (don't)
She don't realize what I really want
She like, "You so on your grind, can't use your telephone"
I just realized I ain't never home
It's 4 a.m. and this the seventh song
I ain't been home in the last 30 days (damn)
I been on the road, doin' shows, gettin' paid (yeah)
Room full of -, do whatever backstage (sh)
Pop a pill, blow a kill, now they goin' both ways
My old lady called, hit ignore on her
Diggin' in the - guts like an organ donor (ugh)
N-, this the life, you gotta feel me (you gotta feel me)
If my girl find out, she gon' kill me
Said, if my girl find out, she gon' kill me
If my girl find out, she gon' kill me
N-, this the life, you gotta feel me
But if my girl find out, she gon' kill me (find out, find out)
If my girl find out (find out...)
I'ma be dead in a ditch somewhere (I'ma be dead in a ditch somewhere...)
I ain't been home in the last 30 days (damn)
I been on the road, doin' shows, gettin' paid (gettin' paid)
Room full of -, do whatever backstage (whatever)
Pop a pill, blow a kill, now they goin' both ways (ay)
My old lady called, hit ignore on her (ignore)
Diggin' in the - guts like an organ donor (ugh)
N-, this the life, you gotta feel me (you gotta feel me)
If my girl find out, she gon' kill me (she gon' kill me)
Said if my girl find out, she gon' kill me
If my girl find out, she gon' kill me
N- this the life, gotta feel me
But if my girl find out, she gon' kill me (find out, find out)
If my girl find out-
Call me Mr. Don Trip or Mr. Pour-It-In-Her-Mouth
Lady catch you and she probably throw a - out
I ain't called all day, I'm preoccupied
She ask me where I'm at, I'm trying not to lie
Tell her, "I ain't get no service"
She like, "Why you playin'?"
"I seen you liking bitches pictures all on Instagram"
Damn, say she fed up, all these independent posts
About how these groupie - never want you when you broke
I'm like, "Here we go again"
I'm like, "Well, she got a point"
But this b- just did the splits like this - ain't got no joints
I got all sort of lies for her soon as I get home
If she don't buy it, take her shopping
Buy her anything she want and she'll forgive me
I ain't been home in the last 30 days (damn)
I been on the road, doin' shows, gettin' paid (yeah)
Room full of -, do whatever backstage (they do whatever)
Pop a pill, blow a kill, now they goin' both ways (ay, ay, ay)
My old lady called, hit ignore on her (ignore)
Diggin' in the - guts like an organ donor (oh, what?)
N-, this the life, you gotta feel me (you gotta feel me)
If my girl find out, she gon' kill me (she gon' kill me)
Said, if my girl find out, she gon' kill me (she gon' kill me)
If my girl find out, she gon' kill me (kill me)
N-, this the life, you gotta feel me (gotta feel me)
But if my girl find out, she gon' kill me (damn)
If my girl find out
If my girl find out
Don't post that - online, don't want the world to find out (out)
Lately all my -, they been saving text messages
Screenshotting the images, plan to present it as evidence
Precisely why I never take them - to my residence
Game sold separately, I ain't no celebrity
When I wasn't wrong, I was coming home to the same old questionin'
Wait, she gon' think I'm lying even when I don't (don't)
She don't realize what I really want
She like, "You so on your grind, can't use your telephone"
I just realized I ain't never home
It's 4 a.m. and this the seventh song
I ain't been home in the last 30 days (damn)
I been on the road, doin' shows, gettin' paid (yeah)
Room full of -, do whatever backstage (sh)
Pop a pill, blow a kill, now they goin' both ways
My old lady called, hit ignore on her
Diggin' in the - guts like an organ donor (ugh)
N-, this the life, you gotta feel me (you gotta feel me)
If my girl find out, she gon' kill me
Said, if my girl find out, she gon' kill me
If my girl find out, she gon' kill me
N-, this the life, you gotta feel me
But if my girl find out, she gon' kill me (find out, find out)
If my girl find out (find out...)
Credits
Writer(s): Torrance Esmond, Matthew Massaro, Jermaine Shute, Christopher Wallace, Derrick Okoth
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