Bad at Love
Tell her don't call me don't hit my line
Know she love me oh no no no no
Tell her don't call me don't hit my line
I know you love me but it ain't easy
I told her baby I did that time
Them stormy days and them seasons changing
Been waiting up
You craving love
You patient uh yea, Yea
You waiting up
You saving us
I can't stay in love yea, Yea
Don't give me time
But she love me, Trynna love me I'm bad at, Yea
She said no mas
But she only call my phone when she mad at me
Stare at me
Don't know what she thinking she tatted me
Know she love me she tatted me, nah
Told her baby that's not gone gas me
But I'll give you the bread on a taxi
I don't why you thought that you was staying, what happen?
Now you telling all your friends i'm a trash dude
I responded so why you let me bag you
Maybe 'cause the way that I grab it
Smack it then I hit it from the back call me daddy, yea
She f me like she mad at me
That's the type of s that I find attractive
Don't give me time
It ain't money I don't want it I'm deada, Yea
She said no mas
But she only call my phone when she mad at me
Stare at me
Don't know what she thinking she tatted me
Know she love me she tatted me, nah
Told her baby that's not gone gas me
If n get at you he can have it
I just hope he not the type that's gone drag it
'Cause If anybody get on my bad list
Got a 100 round drum for the static
Don't hit my line
If it ain't about the money I'm deada
You waste my time
Girl you really got me out here bad
Know she love me oh no no no no
Tell her don't call me don't hit my line
I know you love me but it ain't easy
I told her baby I did that time
Them stormy days and them seasons changing
Been waiting up
You craving love
You patient uh yea, Yea
You waiting up
You saving us
I can't stay in love yea, Yea
Don't give me time
But she love me, Trynna love me I'm bad at, Yea
She said no mas
But she only call my phone when she mad at me
Stare at me
Don't know what she thinking she tatted me
Know she love me she tatted me, nah
Told her baby that's not gone gas me
But I'll give you the bread on a taxi
I don't why you thought that you was staying, what happen?
Now you telling all your friends i'm a trash dude
I responded so why you let me bag you
Maybe 'cause the way that I grab it
Smack it then I hit it from the back call me daddy, yea
She f me like she mad at me
That's the type of s that I find attractive
Don't give me time
It ain't money I don't want it I'm deada, Yea
She said no mas
But she only call my phone when she mad at me
Stare at me
Don't know what she thinking she tatted me
Know she love me she tatted me, nah
Told her baby that's not gone gas me
If n get at you he can have it
I just hope he not the type that's gone drag it
'Cause If anybody get on my bad list
Got a 100 round drum for the static
Don't hit my line
If it ain't about the money I'm deada
You waste my time
Girl you really got me out here bad
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Writer(s): Khairi Divine Allah
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