Etiquette
Ah yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah yeah
Ah yeh
Ah yeah
Yeah yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
What even is the score
The writings on the wall
We lost it all
Chose to ball
You chose to fall
Now it's au revoirs and Amours
I stayed the same
Just change the score
Chose to ball
You chose to fall
Your brother told me that you missed me
My friends say you started changing
Are you changing clothes or changing faces
You remember who you fucking played with?
Make me lose my etiquette
Now you know it's not a test
Ralph Lauren showing chest
You are now rocking with best
Mondibata Ndichitsvaga cash
Million ways I can kill your spirit
always that'd be the vengeance
Now pick and roll like I pivot
always said it's mind over menace
Is it me or am I getting better?
Demons screaming I can't hear em
Feee fye foe fum hmmm
I smell the blood of a woman
Be she live, or be she dead
Always been cash over sex
Money coming spray it like tech
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Aye
Aye
The talking has left distance
You're such a proud woman
I'm proud of you that you're proud of me too
Pride is a sin we all fall short on
My Jesus my Jesus my God
Rosary hang soft nigga
It hang low
Cause god died on the cross for us
But you ain't die on the cross for me
Fake, phony
Fake and phony
Fake phony
Niggas fake yeah they phony
Nigaa been with the scar with the go
Dam you niggas chilling
Sipping on a fucking bolony
Aye I been balling yeah left hand no Ginobili
Aye hella wreckless, everything I need
Ah yeah
Ah yeah yeah
Ah yeh
Ah yeah
Yeah yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
What even is the score
The writings on the wall
We lost it all
Chose to ball
You chose to fall
Now it's au revoirs and Amours
I stayed the same
Just change the score
Chose to ball
You chose to fall
Your brother told me that you missed me
My friends say you started changing
Are you changing clothes or changing faces
You remember who you fucking played with?
Make me lose my etiquette
Now you know it's not a test
Ralph Lauren showing chest
You are now rocking with best
Mondibata Ndichitsvaga cash
Million ways I can kill your spirit
always that'd be the vengeance
Now pick and roll like I pivot
always said it's mind over menace
Is it me or am I getting better?
Demons screaming I can't hear em
Feee fye foe fum hmmm
I smell the blood of a woman
Be she live, or be she dead
Always been cash over sex
Money coming spray it like tech
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Aye
Aye
The talking has left distance
You're such a proud woman
I'm proud of you that you're proud of me too
Pride is a sin we all fall short on
My Jesus my Jesus my God
Rosary hang soft nigga
It hang low
Cause god died on the cross for us
But you ain't die on the cross for me
Fake, phony
Fake and phony
Fake phony
Niggas fake yeah they phony
Nigaa been with the scar with the go
Dam you niggas chilling
Sipping on a fucking bolony
Aye I been balling yeah left hand no Ginobili
Aye hella wreckless, everything I need
Credits
Writer(s): Shingai Manhambara
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