Let Me Know
You call me crazy and you claim I'm playing games with you
But baby, you're the one that be playing the game
Your friends think you too flat for me and I ain't good for you
But tell me, what's really good for you these days?
You trippin', you lyin'
Watch me run around and have you cryin'
I won't give a damn, I won't give a damn
I won't give a damn, no
You wanna party, then you wanna complain
But then you mad when you see me do the same
Where they do that at? (Where they do that at?)
Where they do that at though?
So what's it gonna be?
'Cause I ain't playing games now
Do you wanna fuss and fight with me?
Or do you wanna be my babe?
You gotta let me know
You gotta let me know
You gotta let me know
You gotta let me know (know, know, know)
You gotta let me know (gotta let me know)
You gotta let me know
Boy, I feel for you, feel for you, feel for you
Boy, I feel for you, feel for you, feel for you
Yeah, cigarettes and coffee
How the fuck could you not see?
That I've been down since you was living with your auntie
On the phone asking if you really want me
Now you wanna party and play
Don't hear one word I say
Missed calls but I see you Instagramin' all day, hey
Got a deal for ya, and boy, I feel for you
You gotta let me know, where this shit gone go
Your mama on my phone
Sayin' "That you ain't been home in six weeks"
And everybody miss you
Yeah, she say "Everybody miss you"
But baby, you're the one that be playing the game
Your friends think you too flat for me and I ain't good for you
But tell me, what's really good for you these days?
You trippin', you lyin'
Watch me run around and have you cryin'
I won't give a damn, I won't give a damn
I won't give a damn, no
You wanna party, then you wanna complain
But then you mad when you see me do the same
Where they do that at? (Where they do that at?)
Where they do that at though?
So what's it gonna be?
'Cause I ain't playing games now
Do you wanna fuss and fight with me?
Or do you wanna be my babe?
You gotta let me know
You gotta let me know
You gotta let me know
You gotta let me know (know, know, know)
You gotta let me know (gotta let me know)
You gotta let me know
Boy, I feel for you, feel for you, feel for you
Boy, I feel for you, feel for you, feel for you
Yeah, cigarettes and coffee
How the fuck could you not see?
That I've been down since you was living with your auntie
On the phone asking if you really want me
Now you wanna party and play
Don't hear one word I say
Missed calls but I see you Instagramin' all day, hey
Got a deal for ya, and boy, I feel for you
You gotta let me know, where this shit gone go
Your mama on my phone
Sayin' "That you ain't been home in six weeks"
And everybody miss you
Yeah, she say "Everybody miss you"
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Writer(s): Ayesha Auciello
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