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I didn't have a lot of words for the ladies
But they knew I stay dressed in the lastest
Now, I got more game than the players
I done glowed up, I done growed up
She tell me that I'm goin' through the motions
'Cause I ain't ever showin' no emotions
Ayy, I tell her, "It's over, it's over"
I done glowed up, I done growed up
I'm goin' through the motions
She hate it when I'm goin' through the motions
I said,"It's over, it's over, it's over"
She's on my phonе lookin' for closure
I hate when I'm goin' through thе motions
I put my bitch in double G
Got the game on lock, baby, and I don't need a key
Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, I ain't talking Halo Reach
Pussy nigga said somethin', I ain't heard a peep
All them niggas is deceased
Boy don't want no smoke 'cause we stay up in the streets
Your bitch lovin' my bed, she just stay up in my sheets
On the turf with bae, you know I keep the cleats
Yeah, yeah, (My bitch look like Mona Lis')
Diamonds dancin' on my wrist and on my fuckin' teeth
I just popped an Addy, baby, now I feel complete
She say I'm acting like a fiend, baby, I think I'm a beast
Callin', shawty callin', why you call girl?
She can't understand me, she a fan girl
Big bands, gettin' big bands
But it come with a whole lotta bullshit
Tracy keep a full clip
She tell me that I'm goin' through the motions
'Cause I ain't ever showin' no emotions
Ayy, I tell her, "It's over, it's over"
I done glowed up, I done growed up
I'm goin' through the motions
She hate it when I'm goin' through the motions
I said,"It's over, it's over, it's over"
She's on my phone lookin' for closure
Paint shine like I sprayed with that oil sheen (Woo)
I count up my vegetables
Cause you know Imma just keep it a bean
I 'member I fucked that bitch on the vestibule
That was way back when I was in my teens
I could put a motherfuckin lil lil check on you
That shit prolly be like 15
Thousand yeah a nigga, so fresh, so clean
Yeah, hit my block, get the best of me
Yeah, my dough-nuts like Krispy Kreme
Got a vest on me, it's a tec on me
And I didn't even mean to talk 'bout no lean
And wire on my head a HOV
Got thousands on my wrist and this shit ain't cheap
This a grown man truck, this is not no jeep
I might be insane, yeah
But I love the pain, yeah
Feel it in the brain, yeah-ahh
Realize she just want me hit it right
'Cause I get 'em goin' right
But they knew I stay dressed in the lastest
Now, I got more game than the players
I done glowed up, I done growed up
She tell me that I'm goin' through the motions
'Cause I ain't ever showin' no emotions
Ayy, I tell her, "It's over, it's over"
I done glowed up, I done growed up
I'm goin' through the motions
She hate it when I'm goin' through the motions
I said,"It's over, it's over, it's over"
She's on my phonе lookin' for closure
I hate when I'm goin' through thе motions
I put my bitch in double G
Got the game on lock, baby, and I don't need a key
Nobu, Nobu, Nobu, I ain't talking Halo Reach
Pussy nigga said somethin', I ain't heard a peep
All them niggas is deceased
Boy don't want no smoke 'cause we stay up in the streets
Your bitch lovin' my bed, she just stay up in my sheets
On the turf with bae, you know I keep the cleats
Yeah, yeah, (My bitch look like Mona Lis')
Diamonds dancin' on my wrist and on my fuckin' teeth
I just popped an Addy, baby, now I feel complete
She say I'm acting like a fiend, baby, I think I'm a beast
Callin', shawty callin', why you call girl?
She can't understand me, she a fan girl
Big bands, gettin' big bands
But it come with a whole lotta bullshit
Tracy keep a full clip
She tell me that I'm goin' through the motions
'Cause I ain't ever showin' no emotions
Ayy, I tell her, "It's over, it's over"
I done glowed up, I done growed up
I'm goin' through the motions
She hate it when I'm goin' through the motions
I said,"It's over, it's over, it's over"
She's on my phone lookin' for closure
Paint shine like I sprayed with that oil sheen (Woo)
I count up my vegetables
Cause you know Imma just keep it a bean
I 'member I fucked that bitch on the vestibule
That was way back when I was in my teens
I could put a motherfuckin lil lil check on you
That shit prolly be like 15
Thousand yeah a nigga, so fresh, so clean
Yeah, hit my block, get the best of me
Yeah, my dough-nuts like Krispy Kreme
Got a vest on me, it's a tec on me
And I didn't even mean to talk 'bout no lean
And wire on my head a HOV
Got thousands on my wrist and this shit ain't cheap
This a grown man truck, this is not no jeep
I might be insane, yeah
But I love the pain, yeah
Feel it in the brain, yeah-ahh
Realize she just want me hit it right
'Cause I get 'em goin' right
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Writer(s): Last-dude
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