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W-w-w-w-woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
W-w-w-w-woah
W-w-w-w-woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
W-w-w-w-woah, w-w-woah
Oh oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's for certain we gotta keep dis shit in da curtains (W-woah)
It's for certain I got her fucking legs hurtin' (W-woah)
She was a virgin, but now yeah she learnin'
I rub her in some ointment, babygirl enjoyin'
She thought it was a joystick the way that she be toyin'
She thought that I was perfect, but my heart is toxic poison (Oh, yeah)
She came to fuck, it was picture perfect
Different person when she textin', guess her heart was hurtin'
(Woah w-w-woah)
Now she wanna fuck again
But I ain't ever going back in
Yeah she fake, two-faced
Crushed up molly in her face, on our first fucking date
Took her back to the stu' and showed her what I just made
Broke her back in the stu', got her an uber back to her place
She been feelin' all on me I been on the amphetamine
Yeah we all gon die someday, so I keep me a k just in case
Yeah, pray to god I don't get caught by a stray
But if it happens I guess that's my faith
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wanna fuck on the motherfuckin' gang (Woah)
Nigga be talkin' that smack
Lil boy come say that shit to my face (Yeah)
I got Smir up in the cut and he gon' turn you to a case
Niggas talkin' all that shit
Lil boy just stay up in yo' place
Step on these motherfuckin' shoes if you want to
I don't even know you nigga get back
We cut a nigga like we usin' pro tools
I'm tryna put a nigga in a pack
And I can't wife no hoe
Cause baby you not in my bracket
All that talkin' that you doin'
Let my lil niggas catch you (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
Baby I can't even motherfuckin' vent (Woah-woah)
Baby that's why I got no fuckin' friends (Yeah, yeah)
Baby stop callin' my phone
Unless you comin' over and takin' off that thong
Gunshots left and right nigga get the fuck off yo' phone
Cause it could go wrong, man just go home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby I can't even motherfuckin' vent (Woah-woah)
Baby that's why I got no fuckin' friends (Yeah, yeah)
Baby stop callin' my phone
Unless you comin' over and takin' off that thong
Gunshots left and right nigga get the fuck off yo' phone
Cause it could go wrong, man just go home
W-w-w-w-woah
W-w-w-w-woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
W-w-w-w-woah, w-w-woah
Oh oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's for certain we gotta keep dis shit in da curtains (W-woah)
It's for certain I got her fucking legs hurtin' (W-woah)
She was a virgin, but now yeah she learnin'
I rub her in some ointment, babygirl enjoyin'
She thought it was a joystick the way that she be toyin'
She thought that I was perfect, but my heart is toxic poison (Oh, yeah)
She came to fuck, it was picture perfect
Different person when she textin', guess her heart was hurtin'
(Woah w-w-woah)
Now she wanna fuck again
But I ain't ever going back in
Yeah she fake, two-faced
Crushed up molly in her face, on our first fucking date
Took her back to the stu' and showed her what I just made
Broke her back in the stu', got her an uber back to her place
She been feelin' all on me I been on the amphetamine
Yeah we all gon die someday, so I keep me a k just in case
Yeah, pray to god I don't get caught by a stray
But if it happens I guess that's my faith
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wanna fuck on the motherfuckin' gang (Woah)
Nigga be talkin' that smack
Lil boy come say that shit to my face (Yeah)
I got Smir up in the cut and he gon' turn you to a case
Niggas talkin' all that shit
Lil boy just stay up in yo' place
Step on these motherfuckin' shoes if you want to
I don't even know you nigga get back
We cut a nigga like we usin' pro tools
I'm tryna put a nigga in a pack
And I can't wife no hoe
Cause baby you not in my bracket
All that talkin' that you doin'
Let my lil niggas catch you (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
Baby I can't even motherfuckin' vent (Woah-woah)
Baby that's why I got no fuckin' friends (Yeah, yeah)
Baby stop callin' my phone
Unless you comin' over and takin' off that thong
Gunshots left and right nigga get the fuck off yo' phone
Cause it could go wrong, man just go home
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby I can't even motherfuckin' vent (Woah-woah)
Baby that's why I got no fuckin' friends (Yeah, yeah)
Baby stop callin' my phone
Unless you comin' over and takin' off that thong
Gunshots left and right nigga get the fuck off yo' phone
Cause it could go wrong, man just go home
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Writer(s): Sameer Dua, Smir
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