I'mjustasfuckedasyouare
I know you love to tell me that I'm fucked up
Then I got in my bag, now I flex wrong
I know you think it's glamour but it's so rough
It's too the pavement it's not so plush
You acting like a groupie you could never be my shorty
You ain't gotta gas me up it ain't doing nothing for me
Blunt in my left and my right got a fourty
Got that drip when I walk and that's why he wanna
Know me
I don't wanna love you, I'll just play you like Nintendo
I know you gotta crush I just wanna fuck you as a friend tho
Bug gas packs
Know ur ex smoke pretendo
I don't wanna be your gf but it's nice to pretend tho
I flex on my ex cause he fucked with my mental
And I liked you better when I was on benzos
Flash backs of you blowing blunts out my window. Oh...
I know that you can't hold me down...
We just fight can't talk it out
Young and dumb and knotting out
You're kinda all I think about
Sad girl thats the steelo I been on
I'm high with some tears on my denim
Sick of myself yeah I'm fed up
And people use you if you let em
I know you love to tell me that I'm fucked up
Then I got in my bag and now I flex wrong
I know you think it's glamour but it's so rough
It's too the pavement it's not so plush
Im a little bit toxic yeah I know im a mess
They only want hit my phone cause I got money to spend
I got my finger on trigger but I don't got a plan
I can't escape who i am
Then I got in my bag, now I flex wrong
I know you think it's glamour but it's so rough
It's too the pavement it's not so plush
You acting like a groupie you could never be my shorty
You ain't gotta gas me up it ain't doing nothing for me
Blunt in my left and my right got a fourty
Got that drip when I walk and that's why he wanna
Know me
I don't wanna love you, I'll just play you like Nintendo
I know you gotta crush I just wanna fuck you as a friend tho
Bug gas packs
Know ur ex smoke pretendo
I don't wanna be your gf but it's nice to pretend tho
I flex on my ex cause he fucked with my mental
And I liked you better when I was on benzos
Flash backs of you blowing blunts out my window. Oh...
I know that you can't hold me down...
We just fight can't talk it out
Young and dumb and knotting out
You're kinda all I think about
Sad girl thats the steelo I been on
I'm high with some tears on my denim
Sick of myself yeah I'm fed up
And people use you if you let em
I know you love to tell me that I'm fucked up
Then I got in my bag and now I flex wrong
I know you think it's glamour but it's so rough
It's too the pavement it's not so plush
Im a little bit toxic yeah I know im a mess
They only want hit my phone cause I got money to spend
I got my finger on trigger but I don't got a plan
I can't escape who i am
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Writer(s): Johanna Savala
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