Worst
He say i'm the worst
Don't know if it hurt
I just been tryna get the cash
Never no feelings reverse
Don't know which one worse
I came with a horse
Jumped out clean af
Not giving af in a Porsche
Let's
Let's get straight to it
Unless
You here to prove it
Fuck
All that love shit nigga you threw wit
I guess i'm not the only one who's losing
Body bag the nigga that's abusing
The chemistry confusing
I want more heads
Toe tagging
I want mo bread
More-the-less
Keep yo hoe fed
That bitch a pound away from needing mo lead
That's a po fed
Give me the water
Askew account across the border
Now that's a order
But wait
We got a son
So I guess that means we done
So
So now my heart feel so mistreated
I feel depleted
Wake up from this dream I hope its fake
I think its too early maybe too late
It's written across my face
I love him
I need him
Nigga can't see him
No they can't be him
I want the best for him but with me
I guess that's how that real love shit be
Don't give af about the tv
The fame
The game
I want whats beneath the shirt
Yo heart
Yo purest form
Now dats raw
See what you do is so mistruding
If i'm not the one
Then nigga you losing
I got on the beat just to proofread
I been gone all week catching the loose leaf
Gotta keep my mind on the money
Cause shit been real real funny
I ain't the type to be all in yo mix
See I ain't neva played the dummy
Hocus Pocus see the joke is
You
Nevertheless
Nigga we threw
And its all because of you
You snooze you lose
I got sum to prove
Bitch
Don't know if it hurt
I just been tryna get the cash
Never no feelings reverse
Don't know which one worse
I came with a horse
Jumped out clean af
Not giving af in a Porsche
Let's
Let's get straight to it
Unless
You here to prove it
Fuck
All that love shit nigga you threw wit
I guess i'm not the only one who's losing
Body bag the nigga that's abusing
The chemistry confusing
I want more heads
Toe tagging
I want mo bread
More-the-less
Keep yo hoe fed
That bitch a pound away from needing mo lead
That's a po fed
Give me the water
Askew account across the border
Now that's a order
But wait
We got a son
So I guess that means we done
So
So now my heart feel so mistreated
I feel depleted
Wake up from this dream I hope its fake
I think its too early maybe too late
It's written across my face
I love him
I need him
Nigga can't see him
No they can't be him
I want the best for him but with me
I guess that's how that real love shit be
Don't give af about the tv
The fame
The game
I want whats beneath the shirt
Yo heart
Yo purest form
Now dats raw
See what you do is so mistruding
If i'm not the one
Then nigga you losing
I got on the beat just to proofread
I been gone all week catching the loose leaf
Gotta keep my mind on the money
Cause shit been real real funny
I ain't the type to be all in yo mix
See I ain't neva played the dummy
Hocus Pocus see the joke is
You
Nevertheless
Nigga we threw
And its all because of you
You snooze you lose
I got sum to prove
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Natiyani Horne
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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