Sorry I Asked...

She thought that I would do it all for her but nah I won't
Accusing me for having other females but I don't
Wait for me to leave the room so you can check my phone
Y'know I'm never getting you that bag that Saint Laurent
Excuse me for asking
Why you tryna make my life so tragic? uh huh
You ain't real I call you magic
You only call me when you're drunk like I'm a taxi uh huh

That's some sick shit, tell my homies peep this
If she ever cheats that other nigga on our hitlist
I don't got no tricks, please look my shirt is sleeveless
Yes she took my heart so I told that girl to keep it (now I'm heartless)
Dancing for the money at the club I bet she do
She just always sticks to the paper I call it glue
Living such a wild life someone call the Zoo
I guess that's why she's always the Elephant in the room

Excuse me for asking
Why you tryna make my life so tragic? uh huh
You ain't real I call you magic
You ain't classy, boujee, ratchet or a savage uh huh

She's trash she belongs to the street
Heartbroken fell in love with the beats
I know that it's peak, but I just don't love you b
I just don't love you nope
Furthermore, I don't wanna fuck you nope
New man, it's him you can run to
Stress me out I just wanna bun zoots
Get high get away ah
Want a smile on my face ah
Not you in my place ah
You're a Beast, you're a Snake ah
Just leave me alone
Please lil bitch stop calling my phone
Tryna get a house and cash for the bros
You live in the land for the Snakes and the Hoes

So please excuse me for asking
Why you tryna make my life so tragic? uh huh
You ain't real I call you magic
Other girls they shoot their shots like I'm a target uh huh
I said excuse me for asking
Why you tryna make my life so tragic? uh huh
You ain't real I call you magic
You ain't classy, boujee, ratchet or a savage uh huh
Yeah yeah
Uh huh
Yeah yeah
Uh huh



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Writer(s): Best King
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