Shit's Been Wild
Go through life just like isles
Up and down just looking around
Baby I ain't got no style
Mine ain't the same
Shits been wild
Go through life just like isles
Up and down just looking around
Baby I ain't got no style
Mine ain't the same
Shits been wild
I think about you
Then I think about myself
I treat you like a queen
You treat me like an elf
Cuz I help you and you don't do shit for me
I hate you to about a tenth degree
You stupid for thinking I'm fucking worthless
When you see me with my new bitch please just please don't get nervous, get nervous Please just don't get nervous
She gone have on Gucci, Louis, and Chanel
You got Coach, MK, oh well
You always crawling back, bitch find you a new trail
You still love me bitch, I wish I could tell
So stop lying to me
Got a new girl so stop crying to me
Baby girl you was neva fye to me
Even if my girl crying she gone cry in Celine
Go through life just like isles
Up and down just looking around
Baby, I ain't got no style
Mine ain't the same
Shit's been wild, wild, wild, wild
I said she was gone cry in Celine
Add YSL and Balenci
And wait till I'm pushing shit in the i8
Coupe like NASA, yeah we going outer space
Missed out on shit if you would have never left me
That's why I fucked your bestie
Lost love for you though, but bitch you just got left in the past
Bleed out shouldn't have depend, cuz I was your last
Go through life just like isles
Up and down just looking around
Baby I ain't got no style
Mine ain't the same
Shits been wild, wild, wild, wild
Up and down just looking around
Baby I ain't got no style
Mine ain't the same
Shits been wild
Go through life just like isles
Up and down just looking around
Baby I ain't got no style
Mine ain't the same
Shits been wild
I think about you
Then I think about myself
I treat you like a queen
You treat me like an elf
Cuz I help you and you don't do shit for me
I hate you to about a tenth degree
You stupid for thinking I'm fucking worthless
When you see me with my new bitch please just please don't get nervous, get nervous Please just don't get nervous
She gone have on Gucci, Louis, and Chanel
You got Coach, MK, oh well
You always crawling back, bitch find you a new trail
You still love me bitch, I wish I could tell
So stop lying to me
Got a new girl so stop crying to me
Baby girl you was neva fye to me
Even if my girl crying she gone cry in Celine
Go through life just like isles
Up and down just looking around
Baby, I ain't got no style
Mine ain't the same
Shit's been wild, wild, wild, wild
I said she was gone cry in Celine
Add YSL and Balenci
And wait till I'm pushing shit in the i8
Coupe like NASA, yeah we going outer space
Missed out on shit if you would have never left me
That's why I fucked your bestie
Lost love for you though, but bitch you just got left in the past
Bleed out shouldn't have depend, cuz I was your last
Go through life just like isles
Up and down just looking around
Baby I ain't got no style
Mine ain't the same
Shits been wild, wild, wild, wild
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Writer(s): Christopher Cooper
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