Nomoah
God damn!
How'd you get so beautiful?
What have you been smokin' on?
Where have you been hiding out?
Man I kinda wish that I would get out of bed
More get in bed with the front door, the car door, dance floor, dance more
God damn!
She got ugly pretty quick
Then she looked me up and down
Bitches got they politics
I came here to party but I'm starting to miss my bed
I came here to meet my maker but now I'm missing my cat
Wishing my heels were flat
Hoping you'd see me here
I know the lights are crazy
Last text I sent was a maybe
Last thing you said was "I love you"
Last thing you meant was "I want you"
Sent you a nude pic
Hoping my boobies would haunt you
You ain't really on my mind no more
You ain't really on my clock no more
You ain't really that cute no more
You ain't sluggin' on my couch, lil' bitch
I saw your mom on the weekend
She asked me if you were doing alright
I told her we weren't talking
She wasn't very surprised
We used to spy on her Venmo
We used to bang in the kitchen at night
Now you don't mean what you say
Now you make sure not to look at me
I don't wanna know her name
I don't wanna know what you do to her
Baby, I mean it when I say
I really mean it when I say
You ain't really on my mind no more
You ain't really on my clock no more
You ain't really that cute no more
You ain't sluggin' on my couch, lil' bitch
How'd you get so beautiful?
What have you been smokin' on?
Where have you been hiding out?
Man I kinda wish that I would get out of bed
More get in bed with the front door, the car door, dance floor, dance more
God damn!
She got ugly pretty quick
Then she looked me up and down
Bitches got they politics
I came here to party but I'm starting to miss my bed
I came here to meet my maker but now I'm missing my cat
Wishing my heels were flat
Hoping you'd see me here
I know the lights are crazy
Last text I sent was a maybe
Last thing you said was "I love you"
Last thing you meant was "I want you"
Sent you a nude pic
Hoping my boobies would haunt you
You ain't really on my mind no more
You ain't really on my clock no more
You ain't really that cute no more
You ain't sluggin' on my couch, lil' bitch
I saw your mom on the weekend
She asked me if you were doing alright
I told her we weren't talking
She wasn't very surprised
We used to spy on her Venmo
We used to bang in the kitchen at night
Now you don't mean what you say
Now you make sure not to look at me
I don't wanna know her name
I don't wanna know what you do to her
Baby, I mean it when I say
I really mean it when I say
You ain't really on my mind no more
You ain't really on my clock no more
You ain't really that cute no more
You ain't sluggin' on my couch, lil' bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Indigo De Souza, Ethan Baechtold
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