Obsessed
Why you so obsessed with me?
When everybody knows you got all them ho's, boy
Why you so obsessed with me?
When everybody knows you been on the road
Killing all them shows, boy
I don't date no rappers
I ain't gettin' with trappers
I don't need the drama
Fuck your baby mamas
Fuck your baby mamas
Fuck your baby mamas
I don't want no problems
I can't help you solve yours
I can't hold you down when you fuck around
Groupies on my phone
Please leave my line alone
Leave my line alone, leave my line alone
Why you so obsessed with me?
When everybody knows you got all them ho's, boy
Why you so obsessed with me?
When everybody knows you been on the road
Killing all the shows, boy
Why you so obsessed with a real one?
I'm the kinda bitch, I might even make you feel some'
Get you in your feelings, now you say you gon' kill him
Snatched me by the wrist, baby, chill, we was chillin'
Look, I ain't got time for the fuck shit
Pay my own bills, so you know, you ain't go rush in
Maybe put you in some verses down the line
You don't want this, you should call up on your shawty
Baby, I might leave you heartless
I don't want no problems
I can't help you solve yours
I can't hold you down when you fuck around
Groupies on my phone
Please leave my line alone
Leave my line alone, leave my line alone
Why you so obsessed with me?
When everybody knows you got all them ho's, boy
Why you so obsessed with me?
When everybody knows you been on the road
Killing all them shows, boy
When everybody knows you got all them ho's, boy
Why you so obsessed with me?
When everybody knows you been on the road
Killing all them shows, boy
I don't date no rappers
I ain't gettin' with trappers
I don't need the drama
Fuck your baby mamas
Fuck your baby mamas
Fuck your baby mamas
I don't want no problems
I can't help you solve yours
I can't hold you down when you fuck around
Groupies on my phone
Please leave my line alone
Leave my line alone, leave my line alone
Why you so obsessed with me?
When everybody knows you got all them ho's, boy
Why you so obsessed with me?
When everybody knows you been on the road
Killing all the shows, boy
Why you so obsessed with a real one?
I'm the kinda bitch, I might even make you feel some'
Get you in your feelings, now you say you gon' kill him
Snatched me by the wrist, baby, chill, we was chillin'
Look, I ain't got time for the fuck shit
Pay my own bills, so you know, you ain't go rush in
Maybe put you in some verses down the line
You don't want this, you should call up on your shawty
Baby, I might leave you heartless
I don't want no problems
I can't help you solve yours
I can't hold you down when you fuck around
Groupies on my phone
Please leave my line alone
Leave my line alone, leave my line alone
Why you so obsessed with me?
When everybody knows you got all them ho's, boy
Why you so obsessed with me?
When everybody knows you been on the road
Killing all them shows, boy
Credits
Writer(s): Brett Leland Mclaughlin, Ryan David Vincent Mcmahon, Madison Emiko Love, Blake Slatkin, Tia Marie Scola, Benny Blanco, Addison Rae
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