Bliss Out

Aye this lil bop done hit me up
Made her my lil betty boop
Hip on all my fking tricks
I had to show her something new
She done had her heart broke
She only use to fk with dude
Sh*t
Well im the the type to do the same
Sh*t too

Im a creeper
Turn you to a eater
Turnt up off the meter
Call you Bae
Make you feel ok
Heart up in the freezer
I wont leave her
Have you think I did
Give yo a a fever
Now you hot
Now you mad
Playing queen up in ya speakers
You a libra
You gone be okay
Promise you wont miss me
Just a phase
You aint really gay but
Bet you wont forget me
I be mackin
You wont catch me lackin
Bch im bout that action
Aint no cappin
When its said and done
Tell yo friends whats happenin
I be gone
Bch dont call my phone
Leave you a at home
Bch im grown
I be in my zone
Watch yo fkin tone
Sh*t im gone
Thought you would have known
Im training up ya dome

Hold up wh*re
Bch im chose
Put my stamp up on yo nose
Talkin reckless to these hoes
Make a bch rethink her goals
Bch im up
Stepped into my powers
Got these n*ggas sou
Blissin out
Writing sh*t for hours
Crossing out the cowards
New edition
Dont fk with the niggas
Niggas to suspicious
I aint kiddin
Gave these niggas game
None of them would listen
They be trippin
I was lookin out
But now i look at me
Live my life
The best way i know it
Aint no guarantees
I just be coolin
Life up in this music
Cookin up illusions
Bitches stupid
Make them lose they noodle
Stay on they medula
Keep a cougar
She be cashin out
On anything i tell her
Love it when i gas her up
And make her feel like she still special
Im a mack
Shit i take that back
To her i cant do wrong
She be thinkin
Loving me is right
I promise that its wrong
I aint shit
I finess a bitch
I bet you she aint leavin



Credits
Writer(s): Jeanetta Brandon-blue
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