Limit

I say hold on a minute, minute, minute
Look I ain't
No kind of finished, finished, finished
She told me
Hold on a minute, minute, minute
But there ain't no kind of limit, limit, limit
She told me
Hold on, hold on, hold on,
Hold on a minute, minute, minute
Told me
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on a minute, minute, minute

Only you would try to move behind my back
But it never worked cause I knew you was built like that
I been feeling ima die soon so ima keep it facts
Look
Nobody here like you we only fuck with cash, cash, cash
Look
You can keep all that negative energy out the way
I been traveling only pulling the baddest out of state
True
I let the sun come down
Without telling you that I don't give a fuck
I'll see you in like a month
When you cheat and yall break up
How you tryna stay in love
Why not say you wanna fuck
You familiar girl what's up
I'm not tryna press my luck
When I call just don't hang up
You can tell his ass to

Hold on a minute, minute, minute
She told em
Hold on a minute, minute, minute
Look I ain't
No kind of finished, finished, finished
Oh there ain't no kind of limit, limit, limit
Hold on, hold on, hold on,
She told em
Hold on a minute, minute, minute
She told em
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on a minute, minute, minute

Then she call me on her new line
Told me that we'll do fine if I can forgive
It's different
Then the last two times
Promise me not to lie
Then I interject
Get off my shit
It's hard for me to not get pulled into these games
I can't help the fact I like to play
Look
You think your shit don't stank
Now you telling me
All about your new guy
I don't give a fuck
I guess I'll see you when dude dies in a couple months
Hit me up and I'll just cruise by I could pick you up
Let me chill I'm too Fried, oh yes I'm too fried
Ok now

Hold on a minute, minute, minute
No kind of finished, finished, finished
Hold on a minute, minute, minute
No



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Writer(s): Cody Fiorentino
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