86%
Ooh
I changed your name in my phone just to make it work
And it did just a little bit
I told myself you ain't shit just to ease the hurt
And it did just a tintsy bit
But no matter what I do
Can't stop thinking bout you
I don't know what it is
Tell me what I gotta do
Just to
Get over it
Me and my high friends hit the club
I threw back a shot and now I'm good
Ooh Gonna get over it
Called my girl
Cause he's here
Over there
In the chair
In the cut
Sipping something
Fuck he's staring now
It was then
Everything
Memories
Flooding in
I begin
Taking notes of all my recall
Cause he's so nonchalant my ass
Kicked him to the grass
Praying for this booty mass
It's in my past
So I leave it in my past
Leave it in my past
Leave that shit up in my past aye
But he don't wanna do it
I told you baby if you bout it gone and prove it
I pick and choose call it exclusive
Plus i'm that bitch so if i say it I'ma do it aye
Take the upper hand I'm moving one up
Living good
Feeling well
All the way up
I told his hating ass shut-up
I got cha nose haters
They can't smell the come up aye
I'm a big girl
Always use the big stall
I like my hair long
And really big balls
Young venusian yeah
I'll romance your pants off
Costco fan I'm yelling Kirkland bitch not Voss
Cut nigga dirty nails
I told him get lost
My parents split but yo shoutout the pairs
Rick Ross
Copper in my cervix
I'm a rebel with a damn cause
At'ing all you dingy politicians you can get lost
Aye aye aye
Aye aye aye
Aye
Aye
Okay
I know you bitches hungry but my asshole 86
Reaching all my goals you sucking plethoras of dicks
Started black and white fuck up your psyche
Call it mixed
Trina reconvene but heres my ass give it a kiss
Cause I got the pretty ass face with the back fat
I'm on a mission best bet that I won't text back
Slipped and called me baby
I said stop let's correct that
And while I'm talking shit
You so dusty like ass-crack
Uhh okay I'm done
All up on me like Mary
Like I birthed his only son
Yeah the words you spit
They smell like shit
Your vocal needs some gum
Peeped you feenin
I was dreaming
Yo pass me the fork ya done bitch
I changed your name in my phone just to make it work
And it did just a little bit
I told myself you ain't shit just to ease the hurt
And it did just a tintsy bit
But no matter what I do
Can't stop thinking bout you
I don't know what it is
Tell me what I gotta do
Just to
Get over it
Me and my high friends hit the club
I threw back a shot and now I'm good
Ooh Gonna get over it
Called my girl
Cause he's here
Over there
In the chair
In the cut
Sipping something
Fuck he's staring now
It was then
Everything
Memories
Flooding in
I begin
Taking notes of all my recall
Cause he's so nonchalant my ass
Kicked him to the grass
Praying for this booty mass
It's in my past
So I leave it in my past
Leave it in my past
Leave that shit up in my past aye
But he don't wanna do it
I told you baby if you bout it gone and prove it
I pick and choose call it exclusive
Plus i'm that bitch so if i say it I'ma do it aye
Take the upper hand I'm moving one up
Living good
Feeling well
All the way up
I told his hating ass shut-up
I got cha nose haters
They can't smell the come up aye
I'm a big girl
Always use the big stall
I like my hair long
And really big balls
Young venusian yeah
I'll romance your pants off
Costco fan I'm yelling Kirkland bitch not Voss
Cut nigga dirty nails
I told him get lost
My parents split but yo shoutout the pairs
Rick Ross
Copper in my cervix
I'm a rebel with a damn cause
At'ing all you dingy politicians you can get lost
Aye aye aye
Aye aye aye
Aye
Aye
Okay
I know you bitches hungry but my asshole 86
Reaching all my goals you sucking plethoras of dicks
Started black and white fuck up your psyche
Call it mixed
Trina reconvene but heres my ass give it a kiss
Cause I got the pretty ass face with the back fat
I'm on a mission best bet that I won't text back
Slipped and called me baby
I said stop let's correct that
And while I'm talking shit
You so dusty like ass-crack
Uhh okay I'm done
All up on me like Mary
Like I birthed his only son
Yeah the words you spit
They smell like shit
Your vocal needs some gum
Peeped you feenin
I was dreaming
Yo pass me the fork ya done bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Khamiya Terrell
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