2muchfaith
Too much faith in these weak hoes, that love shit got played out
Tell me why I can't leave her 'lone, she cut, copied, and pasted
Outta my dreams, my thoughts, it's holdin' me from my boss shit (my good sir, October cooked that beat)
20 minutes go to four hours, I fell in love with a boss bitch
Fishin' all day, lookin' 'round for a queen, I still ain't caught shit
On the phone with a bad ho, inspirin' me to write raw shit
I'm hurt as hell 'cause I really like her, that's my fault, I fall quick for these hoes
I don't really be pullin' bitches, it shows, huh
I don't really be hangin' 'round these actors called my bros, huh
Weird niggas get turned on by these hoes just 'cause of toes, uh
Weird ass lil' boy, judgin' other niggas based off of clothes, huh
Let me stay in my soapbox, where I'm worried 'bout my goals, huh
Every day, smokin' big dope, I'ma puff-puff 'til I doze, uh
Told myself, "I don't need a bitch", I don't like the life I chose, huh
Solo-dolo my lifestyle, it's cool as hell, I suppose, ayy, haha, yeah-yeah, look
Too much faith in these weak hoes, that love shit got played out
Tell me why I can't leave her 'lone, she cut, copied, and pasted
Outta my dreams, my thoughts, it's holdin' me from my boss shit
20 minutes go to four hours, I fell in love with a boss bitch
Fishin' all day, lookin' 'round for a queen, I still ain't caught shit
On the phone with this bad ho, inspirin' me to write raw shit
I'm hurt as hell 'cause I really like her, that's my fault, I fall quick for these hoes
Tell me why I can't leave her 'lone, she cut, copied, and pasted
Outta my dreams, my thoughts, it's holdin' me from my boss shit (my good sir, October cooked that beat)
20 minutes go to four hours, I fell in love with a boss bitch
Fishin' all day, lookin' 'round for a queen, I still ain't caught shit
On the phone with a bad ho, inspirin' me to write raw shit
I'm hurt as hell 'cause I really like her, that's my fault, I fall quick for these hoes
I don't really be pullin' bitches, it shows, huh
I don't really be hangin' 'round these actors called my bros, huh
Weird niggas get turned on by these hoes just 'cause of toes, uh
Weird ass lil' boy, judgin' other niggas based off of clothes, huh
Let me stay in my soapbox, where I'm worried 'bout my goals, huh
Every day, smokin' big dope, I'ma puff-puff 'til I doze, uh
Told myself, "I don't need a bitch", I don't like the life I chose, huh
Solo-dolo my lifestyle, it's cool as hell, I suppose, ayy, haha, yeah-yeah, look
Too much faith in these weak hoes, that love shit got played out
Tell me why I can't leave her 'lone, she cut, copied, and pasted
Outta my dreams, my thoughts, it's holdin' me from my boss shit
20 minutes go to four hours, I fell in love with a boss bitch
Fishin' all day, lookin' 'round for a queen, I still ain't caught shit
On the phone with this bad ho, inspirin' me to write raw shit
I'm hurt as hell 'cause I really like her, that's my fault, I fall quick for these hoes
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Writer(s): Step Wop
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