TYN

Took yo nigga
You can't have him back
He buy me what I want
I'm spending all his racks
When you call his phone
He never hit you back
He can't leave me alone
And i'm just stating facts

Took yo nigga
You can't have him back
He buy me what I want
I'm spending all his racks
When you call his phone
He never hit you back
He can't leave me alone
And i'm just stating facts

Bitch you can't be mad cause ya nigga wanna act up
I ain't even fuck em i'm just that bitch that's why he stuck
He spending all his bread on me he still ain't gone have no luck
I know you want him back but you can't have him sis that shit tough
He iced out my neck then he iced out my wrist
And i think i'm finna hit him up cause I want some new tits
Everything I wear he buys it yea he buys all my fits
I'm surprised he still got money cause what I wants I gets
Ya man watch me like i'm imax
And don't even climax
Hold on now lemme rewind that
I ain't sucking or fucking ya nigga a duck
And I don't mind hearing em quack
Never gave em the the pussy but he in love so but ya nigga money I jacked
I'm a type he ain't used to don't know what you do
He love me like 80's crack

Took ya nigga, ya nigga took bitch
Took ya nigga, ya nigga took bitch
Took ya nigga, ya nigga took bitch
Took ya nigga, ya nigga took bitch

Took yo nigga
You can't have him back
He buy me what I want
I'm spending all his racks
When you call his phone
He never hit you back
He can't leave me alone
And i'm just stating facts

He can't even dress
Ain't impressed uhn uhn back back
We just want his money
Spend his check
Then give him right back
Even got duck insurance
Ask that nigga he got Aflac
And when you order her wings Better make sure that they all flats
If he barking
We grabbing a leash
He fucking he paying the lease
Attention that he be wanting the most
But yet he be doing the least
Wondering who, what, when, where, and why he ain't got no luck
Telfar, Gucci, Fendi, Prada
Yea thats you show her love
And you know she ain't sharing
Ain't fucking with Karen's
And ain't she running no errands
She looking real good and smelling real good
They asking "the fuck is she wearing?"
Gotta wine and dine
If you want her time
She a dime
She be on the grind
Ain't got patience
You can stand in line

Took ya nigga, ya nigga took bitch
Took ya nigga, ya nigga took bitch
Took ya nigga, ya nigga took bitch
Took ya nigga, ya nigga took bitch

Took yo nigga
You can't have him back
He buy me what I want
I'm spending all his racks
When you call his phone
He never hit you back
He can't leave me alone
And i'm just stating facts

Ya nigga took hoe
Ya nigga took hoe
Ya nigga took hoe
Fuck is you talkin about



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Writer(s): Destine Perkins
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