Truth
Tell me the truth
Lonely sittin in the booth
This ain't a mission
The suspicion grows
Bitch I'm the one u chose
Don't start with me put your clothes on
The shit u do behind my back only god knows
Can't fuck with these hoes (hoes, hoes)
On the 14th I bought u a rose (flower)
Hoe this the life I chose
Our I love I have to dispose
Lookin at your toes
I would show them texts but I will not expose
I would show them vids but the cons outweigh in the ratios
Switchin up our flows
Just goes to show
That u a hoe (ho, ho, ho, Christmas bitch!)
Stirrin up a batch
COVID u will catch
Hoe our love will not match
Please don't stay around and latch
Invade my stash
Runnin up the cash
Ooo I think you lost your lash (I think so)
Chasin that bag,
Fuck a tag
Fuckin wavey durag
Whippin in that NS wig wag
Poppin a tic tac
Bitch got a rack
Run up a stack
Bitch I do not pack that heat (No, No, No)
Lemme touch your feet
Run it to this beat
Bitch stabbed me like a cleat
Bitch got ass Lookin neat
Knowin you, u would cheat
Don't fuck with me
Tote shit
Pope shit
I was on that rope shit
I need to cope with this shit
It was a joke
Please let it poke
Sippin that coke
Snortin that coke
Get on both knees and choke
Bitch you can't revoke (hoe)
Tote shit
Pope shit
I was on that rope shit
I need to cope with this shit
It was a joke
Please let it poke
Sippin that coke
Snortin that coke
Get on both knees and choke
Lonely sittin in the booth
This ain't a mission
The suspicion grows
Bitch I'm the one u chose
Don't start with me put your clothes on
The shit u do behind my back only god knows
Can't fuck with these hoes (hoes, hoes)
On the 14th I bought u a rose (flower)
Hoe this the life I chose
Our I love I have to dispose
Lookin at your toes
I would show them texts but I will not expose
I would show them vids but the cons outweigh in the ratios
Switchin up our flows
Just goes to show
That u a hoe (ho, ho, ho, Christmas bitch!)
Stirrin up a batch
COVID u will catch
Hoe our love will not match
Please don't stay around and latch
Invade my stash
Runnin up the cash
Ooo I think you lost your lash (I think so)
Chasin that bag,
Fuck a tag
Fuckin wavey durag
Whippin in that NS wig wag
Poppin a tic tac
Bitch got a rack
Run up a stack
Bitch I do not pack that heat (No, No, No)
Lemme touch your feet
Run it to this beat
Bitch stabbed me like a cleat
Bitch got ass Lookin neat
Knowin you, u would cheat
Don't fuck with me
Tote shit
Pope shit
I was on that rope shit
I need to cope with this shit
It was a joke
Please let it poke
Sippin that coke
Snortin that coke
Get on both knees and choke
Bitch you can't revoke (hoe)
Tote shit
Pope shit
I was on that rope shit
I need to cope with this shit
It was a joke
Please let it poke
Sippin that coke
Snortin that coke
Get on both knees and choke
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Writer(s): Jack Garcia
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