D.G. Yola

Ain't been in this bitch
Been like 7 months
She ain't seen the kid
STILL let me touch
Thought I lost my mind
I just lost my fucks
Y'all was talking down
I was gettin' brunch
Starting rapping and it won't no more fun
Now it's just some stories
'Bout some kids where I'm from
Thirty-eight's, forty-five's they all love
I'll stay with my one's Imma stick to my guns
Acid tab ocean front while I'm hitting my hoe
The door dash nigga knocked on the door
Acid tab ocean front while I'm hitting my hoe
The door dash nigga knocked on the door

Said I lost my fucks, D.G. Yola shit
Heard about the hoe and STILL wanna fuck the bitch
STILL wanna fuck the bitch
STILL wanna fuck the bitch
Said I lost my fucks, D.G. Yola shit
Heard about the hoe and STILL wanna fuck the bitch
STILL wanna fuck the bitch
STILL wanna fuck the bitch

Giselle wouldn't date me
Michelle never paid me
Britné couldn't tame me
My ex couldn't change me
My new chick keep my back like a fuckin' safety
My bitches don't debate me
Why my old ones always hate me
Bill after bill I live by my will
Smoke a sixy-dollar 1/8 and drinking amneal
I'm taking breaks while y'all taking bad deals
If you need some shit from me you gotta call Phill

Said I lost my fucks, D.G. Yola shit
Heard about the hoe and STILL wanna fuck the bitch
STILL wanna fuck the bitch
STILL wanna fuck the bitch
Said I lost my fucks, D.G. Yola shit
Heard about the hoe and STILL wanna fuck the bitch
STILL wanna fuck the bitch
STILL wanna fuck the bitch



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Writer(s): Daniel Del Rosario, Austin Royal Copeland
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