So Sick
I'm so sick of that love shit I ain't missin' that
I'm tired of the bullshit yea just keep it back
And you was always acting funny I ain't mention that
I gave you all my love and you ain't give it back damn
I ain't trippin' I ain't trippin'
I was putting you on game but you ain't listen
Now there ain't no coming back there's no forgiveness
No more crying for your love just keep your distance
Niggas they be on they flex
Ain't Counting checks
Nigga I heard of you
I really be on my grind
Money is time
Waste it I cannot do
Niggas on my but they can't have it
Wanted love but you lost ain't it tragic
Itching for me like a bad habit
Wanted my love but you couldn't handle it
Fucking for vibes
That you cannot find
Waisting time but ain't got a dime
While I'm steady all on my shit fuck it trynna get rich
Be hating all up on my clit
I know It's gone make you so sick that I'm gone find another nigga on the low
I'm so sick of that love shit I ain't missin' that
I'm tired of the bullshit yea just keep it back
And you was always acting funny I ain't mention that
I gave you all my love and you ain't give it back damn
I ain't trippin' i ain't trippin'
I was putting you on game but you ain't listen
Now there ain't no coming back there's no forgiveness
No more crying for your love just keep your distance
I'm tired of the bullshit yea just keep it back
And you was always acting funny I ain't mention that
I gave you all my love and you ain't give it back damn
I ain't trippin' I ain't trippin'
I was putting you on game but you ain't listen
Now there ain't no coming back there's no forgiveness
No more crying for your love just keep your distance
Niggas they be on they flex
Ain't Counting checks
Nigga I heard of you
I really be on my grind
Money is time
Waste it I cannot do
Niggas on my but they can't have it
Wanted love but you lost ain't it tragic
Itching for me like a bad habit
Wanted my love but you couldn't handle it
Fucking for vibes
That you cannot find
Waisting time but ain't got a dime
While I'm steady all on my shit fuck it trynna get rich
Be hating all up on my clit
I know It's gone make you so sick that I'm gone find another nigga on the low
I'm so sick of that love shit I ain't missin' that
I'm tired of the bullshit yea just keep it back
And you was always acting funny I ain't mention that
I gave you all my love and you ain't give it back damn
I ain't trippin' i ain't trippin'
I was putting you on game but you ain't listen
Now there ain't no coming back there's no forgiveness
No more crying for your love just keep your distance
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Writer(s): Jania Grant
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