PTSD
Really you're being unreasonable
Fuckin' unreasonable right now
Come outside
I'll be out here
All night
Until you come outside
So you might as well just come outside now
And talk to me for like five minutes
Alright Bye
Let me tell you how to get some aggression
Get you a bitch filled to the brim with depression
Tell her to use her fuckin' car as a weapon
And get to steppin' on the gas blowin' past intersections
Boy let me tell ya that these hoes full of drama
I done got it from every angle from the strangers to mamas
I'm bout my paper my commas if you ain't got em then nada
Don't even holler or bother I know my knowledge is dollars
So imma, keep it poppin' like a pussy on a pole dance
I'm trynna hold grands hoe we can't hold hands
So get up out yo feelins' and focus on the ceilin'
We could come up on a million and be chillin'
See you be frontin' like you think you the shit
But deep down in yo heart, girl you know you a bitch
So quit yo frontin' and get down with the shits
Play yo position yo part, girl you know you my bitch
See you be frontin' like you think you the shit
But deep down in yo heart, girl you know you a bitch
But I'm a dog and I can't wipe the mud off
I'm her dog and I can't wipe the mutt off
Fuckin' unreasonable right now
Come outside
I'll be out here
All night
Until you come outside
So you might as well just come outside now
And talk to me for like five minutes
Alright Bye
Let me tell you how to get some aggression
Get you a bitch filled to the brim with depression
Tell her to use her fuckin' car as a weapon
And get to steppin' on the gas blowin' past intersections
Boy let me tell ya that these hoes full of drama
I done got it from every angle from the strangers to mamas
I'm bout my paper my commas if you ain't got em then nada
Don't even holler or bother I know my knowledge is dollars
So imma, keep it poppin' like a pussy on a pole dance
I'm trynna hold grands hoe we can't hold hands
So get up out yo feelins' and focus on the ceilin'
We could come up on a million and be chillin'
See you be frontin' like you think you the shit
But deep down in yo heart, girl you know you a bitch
So quit yo frontin' and get down with the shits
Play yo position yo part, girl you know you my bitch
See you be frontin' like you think you the shit
But deep down in yo heart, girl you know you a bitch
But I'm a dog and I can't wipe the mud off
I'm her dog and I can't wipe the mutt off
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Writer(s): Garry Don Richardson
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