THE AFTERPARTY
(One cup, two cups pour me up)
(Bring the cam for the threesome I ain't hit in a month)
(I can feel your toxicity when you're drunk)
(I just think I've had enough)
I'm just tryna get you out of my mind
We in hell cause the cars we drive
Life a bitch but she just my type
But something don't feel right
Never catching feelings only worried bout a flight
Cause if she coming over only staying for a night
Bitches come from Charlotte just to see ChoSo & Shy
Baby slide through to the afterparty
In the 90210 I'm seeing fake shit (Yeah)
I'm just tryna sip it slow not tryna face it (Oh hoo)
That's her language, My chain be so damn white they thinking I'm racist
Tell this hoe to just give me a minute
We gon' slide up in a ghost then ima disappear (Yea)
She says she wanted a white rolls bitch I don't want you near
Two girls and some beer
Bitch I'm gon' film this video and rewatch when you here (Bitch I'm gon' film this shit)
Uh uh uh uh (Yeah)
Bring in some more sluts
Slide through to the afterparty
(Heard you wanted a white rose)
And bring one of your friends
(Just check your nose, check your nose)
And bring one of your friends too
I'm just tryna get you out of my mind
We in hell cause the cars we drive
Life a bitch but she just my type
But something don't feel right
Never catching feelings only worried bout a flight
Cause if she coming over only staying for a night
Bitches come from Charlotte just to see Me & Sky
They do, come from the middle
She know she love me but I hate her and its better like that
I made her like that, told her i'll be right back
With my beretta vendetta, I know I can't like that
I wake up
My phone is dead
And I don't got no charger got this random in my bed
No makeup
So much left, should've saw this coming when I saw the blue and red
Call up your friends and let's get drunk
Got me wiping off your makeup that Hennessy hit you rough aye
That's tough
Girl fuck that fake love
Drop top Audi got me flier than some doves
You ain't seeing me this month
I'm just tryna get you out of my mind
We in hell cause the cars we drive
Life a bitch but she just my type
But something don't feel right
Never catching feelings only worried bout a flight
Cause if she coming over only staying for a night (For a night)
Paparazzi watching I'm just tryna live my life
(I wake up)
(My phone is dead)
(And I don't got no charger got this random in my bed)
(No makeup)
(So much left, should've saw this coming when I saw the blue and red)
(Bring the cam for the threesome I ain't hit in a month)
(I can feel your toxicity when you're drunk)
(I just think I've had enough)
I'm just tryna get you out of my mind
We in hell cause the cars we drive
Life a bitch but she just my type
But something don't feel right
Never catching feelings only worried bout a flight
Cause if she coming over only staying for a night
Bitches come from Charlotte just to see ChoSo & Shy
Baby slide through to the afterparty
In the 90210 I'm seeing fake shit (Yeah)
I'm just tryna sip it slow not tryna face it (Oh hoo)
That's her language, My chain be so damn white they thinking I'm racist
Tell this hoe to just give me a minute
We gon' slide up in a ghost then ima disappear (Yea)
She says she wanted a white rolls bitch I don't want you near
Two girls and some beer
Bitch I'm gon' film this video and rewatch when you here (Bitch I'm gon' film this shit)
Uh uh uh uh (Yeah)
Bring in some more sluts
Slide through to the afterparty
(Heard you wanted a white rose)
And bring one of your friends
(Just check your nose, check your nose)
And bring one of your friends too
I'm just tryna get you out of my mind
We in hell cause the cars we drive
Life a bitch but she just my type
But something don't feel right
Never catching feelings only worried bout a flight
Cause if she coming over only staying for a night
Bitches come from Charlotte just to see Me & Sky
They do, come from the middle
She know she love me but I hate her and its better like that
I made her like that, told her i'll be right back
With my beretta vendetta, I know I can't like that
I wake up
My phone is dead
And I don't got no charger got this random in my bed
No makeup
So much left, should've saw this coming when I saw the blue and red
Call up your friends and let's get drunk
Got me wiping off your makeup that Hennessy hit you rough aye
That's tough
Girl fuck that fake love
Drop top Audi got me flier than some doves
You ain't seeing me this month
I'm just tryna get you out of my mind
We in hell cause the cars we drive
Life a bitch but she just my type
But something don't feel right
Never catching feelings only worried bout a flight
Cause if she coming over only staying for a night (For a night)
Paparazzi watching I'm just tryna live my life
(I wake up)
(My phone is dead)
(And I don't got no charger got this random in my bed)
(No makeup)
(So much left, should've saw this coming when I saw the blue and red)
Credits
Writer(s): Chosolovely
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