Sad Boi
Yeah, Yeah
Man this a ode to the old hoes
Take away the camera, no photo
Now you just mad that we no more
Me and my bitch ridin' solo
Man this a ode to the old hoes
Switched out the coupe for a 4door
Got it trademarked like a logo
And I be with my dawgs like Toto
Oh oh ohh
I swear you the baddest
You stay with the magic
I know that it's true
Killa my dawg and I kill every song
But I swear on my mama I'd murder for you
Yes you the princess
I need no convincing
The blood in my veins runnin' purple for you
I got a purpose for you
Cuz babe if you flourish I'm flourishing too
Food for the soul
Yeah that's nourishment too
I'm just so happy we worship the truth
Wandered and questioned my changing direction
But now I believe I was searching for you
You switched up the flow and I caught that shit
'Cuz only a fool would ever let you go
Never have I ever not considered us together
For another moment with you I'd sell my soul
Man this a ode to the old hoes
Take away the camera, no photo
Now you just mad that we no more
Me and my bitch ridin' solo
Man this a ode to the old hoes
Switched out the coupe for a 4door
Got it trademarked like a logo
And I be with my dawgs like Toto
Oh oh ohh
Every story opens two doors
I found love in over three tours
Had her too but needed four more
Who am I to try and keep score
Won't admit it but you do
Know you loved me too
Know that you play this
Touch yourself and reminisce
Now you watch just like my timepiece
Wrist on froze just like my dime piece
You're top ten and you remind me
That I'm me because he not me
I figured we were a fad
Michael Jackson Bad
Do you remember
Oh no no no
Hope that when I touch that stage that you say hi to me
I never left
I just accepted you weren't right for me
I knew that if I ever died you'd always ride for me
You're my side piece
My best friend and my prodigy
I hope you proud of me
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Man this a ode to the old hoes
Take away the camera, no photo
Now you just mad that we no more
Me and my bitch ridin' solo
Man this a ode to the old hoes
Switched out the coupe for a 4door
Got it trademarked like a logo
And I be with my dawgs like Toto
Oh oh ohh
Man this a ode to the old hoes
Take away the camera, no photo
Now you just mad that we no more
Me and my bitch ridin' solo
Man this a ode to the old hoes
Switched out the coupe for a 4door
Got it trademarked like a logo
And I be with my dawgs like Toto
Oh oh ohh
I swear you the baddest
You stay with the magic
I know that it's true
Killa my dawg and I kill every song
But I swear on my mama I'd murder for you
Yes you the princess
I need no convincing
The blood in my veins runnin' purple for you
I got a purpose for you
Cuz babe if you flourish I'm flourishing too
Food for the soul
Yeah that's nourishment too
I'm just so happy we worship the truth
Wandered and questioned my changing direction
But now I believe I was searching for you
You switched up the flow and I caught that shit
'Cuz only a fool would ever let you go
Never have I ever not considered us together
For another moment with you I'd sell my soul
Man this a ode to the old hoes
Take away the camera, no photo
Now you just mad that we no more
Me and my bitch ridin' solo
Man this a ode to the old hoes
Switched out the coupe for a 4door
Got it trademarked like a logo
And I be with my dawgs like Toto
Oh oh ohh
Every story opens two doors
I found love in over three tours
Had her too but needed four more
Who am I to try and keep score
Won't admit it but you do
Know you loved me too
Know that you play this
Touch yourself and reminisce
Now you watch just like my timepiece
Wrist on froze just like my dime piece
You're top ten and you remind me
That I'm me because he not me
I figured we were a fad
Michael Jackson Bad
Do you remember
Oh no no no
Hope that when I touch that stage that you say hi to me
I never left
I just accepted you weren't right for me
I knew that if I ever died you'd always ride for me
You're my side piece
My best friend and my prodigy
I hope you proud of me
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Man this a ode to the old hoes
Take away the camera, no photo
Now you just mad that we no more
Me and my bitch ridin' solo
Man this a ode to the old hoes
Switched out the coupe for a 4door
Got it trademarked like a logo
And I be with my dawgs like Toto
Oh oh ohh
Credits
Writer(s): Delbert Mcclellan
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