J.T.

You ain't got no chance
Look, if I were to deceive you babe
Would you leave, or would you stay
Yeah, yeah
I don't want to contemplate
My whole life without you babe
No, no
You tryna be in your Birkin Bag
Designer clothes and all the swag
Yeah, yeah
You so Icey, your diamonds dance
That ain't no lie
And there ain't no chance

She wanna fuck now
I'm famous don't push your luck now
She had that chance but it ran out
I guess those plans didn't pan out
I don't need no key, just bust in
She call me Justin
Breaking news, just in
Heard my last song was a big hit
You had my heart for the moment
At the time I was just zoning
But now that a nigga is focused
I'm back on my motherfucking grown shit
They wanted these lights and the cameras
While I'm trying to duck me the slammer
I just wanted Martin and Gina
You acting like Pamela Ander-Son she got no manners
Excuse for all of the banter
But I'm blocking shots like I'm Kanter
10 times out of 10 I won't answer
I wear my heart on my sleeve
'Cause you ripped it out, then put it back
So now it feels different to me
Should I stay should I leave, yeah yeah

I gotta stay focused
She put that ass and the head of my dick disappear like I told her to hold this
Baby I'm sorry but what you expect you ain't nothing like none of my old shits
Yeah I be chilly but gotta protect what I got from the world at its coldest
She told me I'm only me 'cause I do what I want and I'm always the boldest
Watch how she hop on IG with designer she always be hitting them poses
She wanna be on TV she want money and diamonds and candy and roses
I don't think no one can hurt you like me, and they say that it's always the closest
Watch when I'm riding around in them horses
No I ain't never gon' stop
Baby I came up so sorry I'm flexing a lot
I don't want you I want top
She wanna fuck but I'm sorry I'd rather just not
No I don't speak to the cops
They just be looking for Stuart and beat up the block
She think I'm faithful I'm not
Sorry bae I got these Thotties they on me a lot
She a bird of the flock
Chances are that if she breathing she probably a thot
I stay my ass on the block
You could come see me if you ever wanted to pop
She Gucci down to the socks
I told her she could pull up with some friends to the spot
Yeah she got something for clocks
I got Movado, no I don't see shit on my watch

If I were to deceive you, Babe
Would you leave, or would you stay
Yeah, yeah
I don't want to contemplate
My whole life without you babe
No, no
You tryna be in your Birkin bag
Designer clothes and all the swag
Yeah, yeah
You so Icey, your diamonds dance
That ain't no lie
And there ain't no chance



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