F.B.T.
Swear that nigga got me so fucked up
Fucked up
Swear you must think that I'm a come up
Come up
Cuz how you movin' ain't the way I'm trynna move baby
And I ain't feelin' like myself lately
You got me sittin' in the house daily
Thinkin' you out goin' to get the bag
Really nigga it's sad
Cuz I
I'm on the edge of my seat with your shit
Must have lost all my mind lacking all sense
Let you get away with them fuck boy tendencies
Oh yeah
Trynna figure out what the fuck got into me
Cuz I
I been holding shit down
Lord knows I ain't with the shit now, And I
Go against my mind every time you come 'round and put that dick down
All my better judgement ain't worth shit now
And I just believe all your lies chile
I'm goin through it
Love you but I know I'm bein' foolish
Cuz I
I'm on the edge of my seat with your shit
Must have lost all my mind lacking all sense
Let you get away with them fuck boy tendencies
Oh yeah
Trynna figure out what the fuck got into me
Nigga this ain't what I signed up for
This ain't what I gave all my love for
Penalize me because I want more
Ended up with less tell me what for
If this ain't love tell me one thing that we built that's ours
Cuz I
I'm on the edge of my seat with your shit
Must have lost all my mind lacking all sense
Let you get away with them fuck boy tendencies
Oh yeah
Trynna figure out what the fuck got into me
Fucked up
Swear you must think that I'm a come up
Come up
Cuz how you movin' ain't the way I'm trynna move baby
And I ain't feelin' like myself lately
You got me sittin' in the house daily
Thinkin' you out goin' to get the bag
Really nigga it's sad
Cuz I
I'm on the edge of my seat with your shit
Must have lost all my mind lacking all sense
Let you get away with them fuck boy tendencies
Oh yeah
Trynna figure out what the fuck got into me
Cuz I
I been holding shit down
Lord knows I ain't with the shit now, And I
Go against my mind every time you come 'round and put that dick down
All my better judgement ain't worth shit now
And I just believe all your lies chile
I'm goin through it
Love you but I know I'm bein' foolish
Cuz I
I'm on the edge of my seat with your shit
Must have lost all my mind lacking all sense
Let you get away with them fuck boy tendencies
Oh yeah
Trynna figure out what the fuck got into me
Nigga this ain't what I signed up for
This ain't what I gave all my love for
Penalize me because I want more
Ended up with less tell me what for
If this ain't love tell me one thing that we built that's ours
Cuz I
I'm on the edge of my seat with your shit
Must have lost all my mind lacking all sense
Let you get away with them fuck boy tendencies
Oh yeah
Trynna figure out what the fuck got into me
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Writer(s): Kyle Morton, Evette Watkins
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