Obsessive
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
She's just a normal lady
Intentions in her heart have got her moving shady
She's feeling distant 'cause she's been so lonely lately
She's been stressing out the guys
She got 'em crazy
Look at how she dresses
She's so bad and impressive
Legs out in her dresses
Diamond's bright in her necklace
Always looking so tasty
Got 'em acting obsessive
Only guys with the mulla
Riding round in them Teslas, yeah
No one else has got a chance
No time is ever given to a man of lower class
They're always acting up so she just leaves them in the past
That's why her fucking slogan is that
Men are fucking trash so
Don't act up, no
If you do get packed up
Just walk out of the door
Never turn back, oh no
She's way too boujee you know
Gotta do more for the girl
Give her the whole damn world
Give her the whole damn world
Ha ha, you've got no chance
Good luck with her
I'm just saying
Good luck with her
You ain't got a god damn chance boy
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
No need for altercations
Just take another breath
You'll need a lot of patience 'cause you ain't seen nothing yet
No need for validations if you've got a lot of depth
But if your pocket's looking empty turn around and take a trek
She's never wasting time
Only tryna sign a cheque
She wants the latest Louis purse to match her Louis set
You thinks she's playing games but she's really tryna test
So you better try your hardest
You better try your best now
Try impress now
But don't get hopes up
You'll just be let down
But don't get stressed out
To get that dress down
Because there's plenty other women in a dress now
Never tryna go basic
She so bad and persuasive
Curves are squeezing her outfit
Looking good in all places
Always looking so tasty
Got 'em acting obsessive
Go ahead make a move dog
If you think you can take it
I told you once
Good luck with her
I told you twice
Good luck with her
You ain't got no god damn chance with this god damn boujee lady, Jesus
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
She's just a normal lady
Intentions in her heart have got her moving shady
She's feeling distant 'cause she's been so lonely lately
She's been stressing out the guys
She got 'em crazy
Look at how she dresses
She's so bad and impressive
Legs out in her dresses
Diamond's bright in her necklace
Always looking so tasty
Got 'em acting obsessive
Only guys with the mulla
Riding round in them Teslas, yeah
No one else has got a chance
No time is ever given to a man of lower class
They're always acting up so she just leaves them in the past
That's why her fucking slogan is that
Men are fucking trash so
Don't act up, no
If you do get packed up
Just walk out of the door
Never turn back, oh no
She's way too boujee you know
Gotta do more for the girl
Give her the whole damn world
Give her the whole damn world
Ha ha, you've got no chance
Good luck with her
I'm just saying
Good luck with her
You ain't got a god damn chance boy
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
No need for altercations
Just take another breath
You'll need a lot of patience 'cause you ain't seen nothing yet
No need for validations if you've got a lot of depth
But if your pocket's looking empty turn around and take a trek
She's never wasting time
Only tryna sign a cheque
She wants the latest Louis purse to match her Louis set
You thinks she's playing games but she's really tryna test
So you better try your hardest
You better try your best now
Try impress now
But don't get hopes up
You'll just be let down
But don't get stressed out
To get that dress down
Because there's plenty other women in a dress now
Never tryna go basic
She so bad and persuasive
Curves are squeezing her outfit
Looking good in all places
Always looking so tasty
Got 'em acting obsessive
Go ahead make a move dog
If you think you can take it
I told you once
Good luck with her
I told you twice
Good luck with her
You ain't got no god damn chance with this god damn boujee lady, Jesus
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
Good luck with her
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Writer(s): Liam Eede
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