Next

See a fine lil dime that I wanna take out
Got me fantasizing
Thinking bout her with her face down
Lot of guys finna try but it aint a race now
No
Aint a race no
I don't chase no
Locked and loaded gonna shoot my shot
I got more ammo
In case she shoot me down
But lets be honest
Who gon really do that
Do that
Aint afraid to test my luck
Like some russian roulette
And Saturday was the day
The day we had our first date
Then we started going steady
Till she cheated on me
I pulled up at her spot
It was like seven o clock
I told that man you can have her
I don't fight for a thot
Nah

Fuck that bitch
I quit
Man i'm just moving onto the next one
Onto the next one
Aye
Onto the next
Onto the next
On on to the

I'm convinced
I don't know how to pick
Cause every girl I talk to
Got alot of friends
At least that's what she call em
But she be all up on em
They always give her presents
But they wrap em with a condom
Playing a game that I can't win
Man I need some help better tap in
Only twenty one no savage
Dodgin love no challenge
Gettin sick of this
Hella pissed
Lookin for a real chick
Put my heart up on my sleeve
Ima start wearing muscle T's

Fuck that bitch
I quit
Man i'm just moving onto the next one
Onto the next one
Aye
Onto the next
Onto the next
On on to the
Fuck that bitch
I quit
Man i'm just moving onto the next one
Onto the next one
Onto the next
Onto the next
On on to the

I got commas with no drama
And I got my damn diploma
And she fuckin with a soldier
And she always got my shoulder
I don't understand
Tell me why I can't
She keep fucking with these boys
But I been a man
What's the deal
Gotta get out like Jordan Peele
All these girls in track and field
And they runnin and they runnin
And they runnin from a real one
And they runnin from a real one

Fuck that bitch
I quit
Man i'm just moving onto the next one
Onto the next one
Aye
Onto the next
Onto the next
On on to the



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Writer(s): Julian Buentello
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