Move TF On

Second time, third time come around
I should've just pushed you out my life
Now that imma new nigga
That nigga bigger picture
Now you wanna try to make it right
Sorry but I can't doe
I left all my problems in the garbage at the back door
Sipping coffee smoking weed I'm feeling like I'm back doe
All the women slipping on the gold want me back doe
All of y'all can get together jump up out the back door
Stop watching the clock
You already ran out of time
I've given you multiple chances
So why even bother to ask for what was never even mine
You wanted a piece of the mind
Whatever was yours
You reminded me was never mine
But yours was nothing but mine
Now that I'm back on my shit, I'm taking whatever I want, and making it mine
This a real nigga season fall in line
I'm that nigga to fuck with ya all the time
That's until you fuck it up and cross the line
You've crossed the line
I can't tell you don't feel bad shawty you've been ex'd out
Never thought I'd see the day you'd become my ex now
Got some weight up off my shoulders watch a nigga flex now
Missed out on the best now
Careful who you test out
This was never pose to be the plan it's just how the shit goes
You put your finger on the eye when I'm as hot as the stove
You watch me cook up on the bookings now I'm back on the road
And now my new girl going through the same thing told her

Tell That nigga on yo phone to get a life
That nigga who be on yo head tell him get a life
Baby this the new me
Baby this the new me
That nigga who be on yo phone tell him get a life
That nigga who be on yo head tell him get a life
Baby this the new me
Baby this the new me
My life is too Gucci
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Gholston Ii
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