beat it

Yeah, I thought I had a feeling before
And now you're closin' the door
Because you don't want me comin' in
Yeah, I know I've seen you before
Friday night at the store
You had another boy to hold your hand

Okay, now I see it, bitch
You want me to beat it, bitch
I ain't finna beat it, no, no
She said, "Why you so conceited, bitch?"
Yeah, I got my reasons, bitch
Why the fuck you geekin', ho? Oh

Blood on the Nike swish
'Cause I had to bite the bitch
Blood steady leakin', ho, oh
Shawty lookin' tasty though
Free Yung Bruh, Lil Tracy, ho
I make shawty scream and moan, oh

I'm a little angel though
I can see your anger though
I just can't believe it, oh, oh
She said I'm in danger, whoa
I don't see no danger, ho
I'm the one that's creepin', ho, oh

Maybe I'll see you at the strip club
Maybe I'll never see yo' ass again
Maybe I'll see you when the gig's up (ay)
Why you fakin', why you playin' pretend?

Yeah, I thought I had a feeling before
And now you're closin' the door
Because you don't want me comin' in
Yeah, I know I've seen you before
Friday night at the store
You had another boy to hold your hand

Okay, now I see it, bitch
You want me to beat it, bitch
I ain't finna beat it, no, no
She said, "Why you so conceited, bitch?"
Yeah, I got my reasons, bitch
Why the fuck you geekin', ho? Oh

Blood on the Nike swish
'Cause I had to bite the bitch
Blood steady leakin', ho, oh
Shawty lookin' tasty though
Free Yung Bruh, Lil Tracy, ho
I make shawty scream and moan, oh

I'm a little angel though
I can see your anger though
I just can't believe it, oh, oh
She said I'm in danger, whoa
I don't see no danger, ho
I'm the one that's creepin', ho, oh

Maybe I'll see you at the strip club
Maybe I'll never see yo' ass again
Maybe I'll see you when the gig's up (ay)
Why you fakin', why you playin' pretend?



Credits
Writer(s): Gustav Ahr, Braden Morgan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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