No Feelings
Fuck it, I hit for the one time
Don't hit my phone line
With all that damn cryin'
Quit all that damn spyin'
Know you can't be my bitch
Must be too damn high
Trynna put up a fight
Bitch get yo mind right
I hit it one time
Fuck for the one time
Fuck off my damn line
You said the shit was fine
Now you stuck in yo mind
Must be too damn high
I ain't yo damn guy
Best get yo mind right
Be forreal what you thought it was?
Really act like you tweakin' up off them drugs
Know you tweakin' forreal if you thought of love
I was clear with this shit, trynna smoke and fuck
You was with it and shit so you gave it up
Now I piped it, you act like a fuckin' bug
Say you fucked up because I don't even give a fuck
Say you crushed crushed, I hurt yo feelings huh (Shit crazy)
But I'm on some other shit
Get the cake then I fucked on another bitch
Yea I just love the cake, I don't love the bitch
Plus you know don't no bitch go above the shit
When these hoes see me now, they be puckerin'
But don't think that a nigga be duckerin'
If we don't got no strings, let me fuck yo friend
Because you know she want pipe, gone and let her in yea yea
Fuck it, I hit for the one time
Don't hit my phone line
With all that damn cryin'
Quit all that damn spyin'
Know you can't be my bitch
Must be too damn high
Trynna put up a fight
Bitch get yo mind right
I hit it one time
Fuck for the one time
Fuck off my damn line
You said the shit was fine
Now you stuck in yo mind
Must be too damn high
I ain't yo damn guy
Best get yo mind right
I can't help with yo feelings
I just want that top like some fuckin' ceilings
Know my pack reekin' loud like some fuckin' chitterlings
I put dick on yo teeth like "whats really grillin'?"
Yea that ass too fat but you catchin' children
I can't nut in that, still I pull on Brazilian
Yea the ass too fat but you catchin' children
Give her that then she gotta leave out, no chillin'
Fuck it, I hit for the one time
Don't hit my phone line
With all that damn cryin'
Quit all that damn spyin'
Know you can't be my bitch
Must be too damn high
Trynna put up a fight
Bitch get yo mind right
I hit it one time
Fuck for the one time
Fuck off my damn line
You said the shit was fine
Now you stuck in yo mind
Must be too damn high
I ain't yo damn guy
Best get yo mind right
Don't hit my phone line
With all that damn cryin'
Quit all that damn spyin'
Know you can't be my bitch
Must be too damn high
Trynna put up a fight
Bitch get yo mind right
I hit it one time
Fuck for the one time
Fuck off my damn line
You said the shit was fine
Now you stuck in yo mind
Must be too damn high
I ain't yo damn guy
Best get yo mind right
Be forreal what you thought it was?
Really act like you tweakin' up off them drugs
Know you tweakin' forreal if you thought of love
I was clear with this shit, trynna smoke and fuck
You was with it and shit so you gave it up
Now I piped it, you act like a fuckin' bug
Say you fucked up because I don't even give a fuck
Say you crushed crushed, I hurt yo feelings huh (Shit crazy)
But I'm on some other shit
Get the cake then I fucked on another bitch
Yea I just love the cake, I don't love the bitch
Plus you know don't no bitch go above the shit
When these hoes see me now, they be puckerin'
But don't think that a nigga be duckerin'
If we don't got no strings, let me fuck yo friend
Because you know she want pipe, gone and let her in yea yea
Fuck it, I hit for the one time
Don't hit my phone line
With all that damn cryin'
Quit all that damn spyin'
Know you can't be my bitch
Must be too damn high
Trynna put up a fight
Bitch get yo mind right
I hit it one time
Fuck for the one time
Fuck off my damn line
You said the shit was fine
Now you stuck in yo mind
Must be too damn high
I ain't yo damn guy
Best get yo mind right
I can't help with yo feelings
I just want that top like some fuckin' ceilings
Know my pack reekin' loud like some fuckin' chitterlings
I put dick on yo teeth like "whats really grillin'?"
Yea that ass too fat but you catchin' children
I can't nut in that, still I pull on Brazilian
Yea the ass too fat but you catchin' children
Give her that then she gotta leave out, no chillin'
Fuck it, I hit for the one time
Don't hit my phone line
With all that damn cryin'
Quit all that damn spyin'
Know you can't be my bitch
Must be too damn high
Trynna put up a fight
Bitch get yo mind right
I hit it one time
Fuck for the one time
Fuck off my damn line
You said the shit was fine
Now you stuck in yo mind
Must be too damn high
I ain't yo damn guy
Best get yo mind right
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Writer(s): Bally Money
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