Coulda Been U (feat. Astrokidjay)
My level up dirty, the first thing to note
She seen me work on my vertical growth
She see my journey, and hurting for dough
She look me up, said she heard of me before
She found a bop that she listen to
Make her dance with no top in the living room
She a fan, and she watch all my interviews
Now she hang by the bar when I'm in the room
And I make myself way too accessible
I'm just hugging a fan, won't let go of my hand
And she say that I'm way too incredible
I can see that she making it sexual
Initially I'm going for it, she fire
The convo flowing, and I know she admire me
Little did I know that shorty was trying me
Asked if I'm open to privacy
She got a secret in her eyes
Like there's something that she concealing or she hiding
But we ain't equal in her mind,
I don't even see the demon that's inside her
She full of deceit
Her man in the crowd while I got her backstage
and she all in my ear saying pull up on me
I'm peeping the play, he looking for her while she looking for me
Look I don't need shoulda, coulda, woulda bitches
Imagine she could be fucking with my riches
You bound to be stood up, can't fuck up my business
I want you tonight, but I don't want the digits
I know you look fly and I was kinda smitten
But moving twice shy 'cause I was already bitten
Look at you, burning all these fucking bridges
I see you hurting, I ain't even with it
It coulda been you
Said it coulda been you
It coulda been you
It coulda been you
Coulda been - You
You
You
And I can see what's on your mind
fine, what you gon' suggest
Want a ride, or a little time, or a little sex
You a lie, you a little fly sitting on the desk
You a crime, you on demon time
Imma never text - You
You
You
It could've been you, it could've been me
I done got off my ass, I ain't go home for weeks
When I jumped off the porch, I ain't go home for weeks
I want me a bag, I want Patek Phillipes
I want a Rolly and brand new APs
And I dropped out of school 'cause it wasn't for me
I was getting 'em racks, I was flipping 'em Ps
Bitch I feel like Tony, I only trust me
I don't par with them niggas, I'm just running up figures
Yeah I ball like the Knicks, I go out and they ask for a flick
I feel like I made it, I ain't even rich
When you go up and make it, they say you switch
All them bridges I burned 'em, I don't give a shit
It was me and my dog, 100 racks so we split
It was me and Haviah, 100 racks in the VIP
Astro da kid, so I pull up in space ships
Gucci, Prada, I'm in the latest
My shit like lava, your shit outdated
I feel like the goat, I feel like the greatest
Take a shot of the Henny, now I'm feeling faded
No negative energy in my oasis
Astro, Haviah, we ain't come to play bitch
I go purchase black diamonds, but I'm not a racist
You didn't believe in me, but I forgive you, you're family
If I eat you gon' eat, you're my family
It could've been me, but I chose us
McLaren the coupe with the doors up
I go through pain, I just pull up
Yeah this life give me cold heart
It coulda been you
Said it coulda been you
It coulda been you
It coulda been you
Coulda been - You
You
You
And I can see what's on your mind
Fine, what you gon' suggest
Want a ride, or a little time, or a little sex
You a lie, you a little fly sitting on the desk
You a crime, you on demon time
Imma never text - You
You
You
She seen me work on my vertical growth
She see my journey, and hurting for dough
She look me up, said she heard of me before
She found a bop that she listen to
Make her dance with no top in the living room
She a fan, and she watch all my interviews
Now she hang by the bar when I'm in the room
And I make myself way too accessible
I'm just hugging a fan, won't let go of my hand
And she say that I'm way too incredible
I can see that she making it sexual
Initially I'm going for it, she fire
The convo flowing, and I know she admire me
Little did I know that shorty was trying me
Asked if I'm open to privacy
She got a secret in her eyes
Like there's something that she concealing or she hiding
But we ain't equal in her mind,
I don't even see the demon that's inside her
She full of deceit
Her man in the crowd while I got her backstage
and she all in my ear saying pull up on me
I'm peeping the play, he looking for her while she looking for me
Look I don't need shoulda, coulda, woulda bitches
Imagine she could be fucking with my riches
You bound to be stood up, can't fuck up my business
I want you tonight, but I don't want the digits
I know you look fly and I was kinda smitten
But moving twice shy 'cause I was already bitten
Look at you, burning all these fucking bridges
I see you hurting, I ain't even with it
It coulda been you
Said it coulda been you
It coulda been you
It coulda been you
Coulda been - You
You
You
And I can see what's on your mind
fine, what you gon' suggest
Want a ride, or a little time, or a little sex
You a lie, you a little fly sitting on the desk
You a crime, you on demon time
Imma never text - You
You
You
It could've been you, it could've been me
I done got off my ass, I ain't go home for weeks
When I jumped off the porch, I ain't go home for weeks
I want me a bag, I want Patek Phillipes
I want a Rolly and brand new APs
And I dropped out of school 'cause it wasn't for me
I was getting 'em racks, I was flipping 'em Ps
Bitch I feel like Tony, I only trust me
I don't par with them niggas, I'm just running up figures
Yeah I ball like the Knicks, I go out and they ask for a flick
I feel like I made it, I ain't even rich
When you go up and make it, they say you switch
All them bridges I burned 'em, I don't give a shit
It was me and my dog, 100 racks so we split
It was me and Haviah, 100 racks in the VIP
Astro da kid, so I pull up in space ships
Gucci, Prada, I'm in the latest
My shit like lava, your shit outdated
I feel like the goat, I feel like the greatest
Take a shot of the Henny, now I'm feeling faded
No negative energy in my oasis
Astro, Haviah, we ain't come to play bitch
I go purchase black diamonds, but I'm not a racist
You didn't believe in me, but I forgive you, you're family
If I eat you gon' eat, you're my family
It could've been me, but I chose us
McLaren the coupe with the doors up
I go through pain, I just pull up
Yeah this life give me cold heart
It coulda been you
Said it coulda been you
It coulda been you
It coulda been you
Coulda been - You
You
You
And I can see what's on your mind
Fine, what you gon' suggest
Want a ride, or a little time, or a little sex
You a lie, you a little fly sitting on the desk
You a crime, you on demon time
Imma never text - You
You
You
Credits
Writer(s): Haviah Jahshall Denton Mighty, Negus Mighty, Diawara Junior Omar, Denise Thomas
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