Charmer
(YEA)
As I creep through the back door
She thought it was closed
She left that shit ajar
I spotted from afar
Scoping the whole yard
Three days now
Took seven off from my job
Fuck y'all
I owe this bitch
Who the fuck you playing with
Now you cunt
Now you played your last game
Not looking for fame
Not trying to get caught
Won't see your ass in Spain
Man
Shake my head as I
Drag you down the stairs
Fucking humiliated the wrong one
Not fair
Gonna make you wish you never Met a motherfucker
I'm kill you, that boy and his fucking Mother
Staying with this nigga fam
While he fight for Trump
Bitch you dumber than that nigga Willie Lump Lump
I should have slapped your ass
But you gave me some ass
Then I let it past
Now I'm kicking up grass
Led me on once again
Fell like Adam
Ate me some fruit
Now I'm sick like got damn
Fuck it
Guess what
I'm gone burn the house down
With y'all in it
Lite my cigarette in the flames
Or should paralyze you
From the neck down
I got the same serum
That Dexter used
So now that you can't move
You choose
Nah
Burn it up
It's easier
Make it seem electrical
House was old
Wires caught up
You don't give a fuck
It wouldn't be your fault
And her dead should be the end result
In my feelings
(I'm in my feelings, I'm in my Feelings, I'm in my feelings)
In my feelings
(I'm in my feelings, I'm in my Feelings, I'm in my feelings)
In my feelings
(I'm in my feelings, I'm in my Feelings, I'm in my feelings)
In my feelings
(I'm in my feelings, I'm in my Feelings, I'm in my feelings)
In my feelings
(In my feelings)
In my feelings
(In my feelings)
Too real yea
In my feelings
(My, my)
In my feelings
(My, my)
In my feelings
(My, my)
Being in your fucking feelings
Can bring out your worse demons
You could be fucking chilling
Smoking, drinking or sipping
Use to pop me a beanie
White lines dollar bill feed me
Addicts
Got the habit like fucking rabbits
Anxiety, depression
Y'all can fucking have it
I ain't try to live that
Life no more
I got better things to do
Than to be used and abused
Think I take my talents elsewhere
Than sitting in this chair
Getting high enough to reach
Another fucking universe
TESSATALK
For that ass
And I'm coming back
As I creep through the back door
She thought it was closed
She left that shit ajar
I spotted from afar
Scoping the whole yard
Three days now
Took seven off from my job
Fuck y'all
I owe this bitch
Who the fuck you playing with
Now you cunt
Now you played your last game
Not looking for fame
Not trying to get caught
Won't see your ass in Spain
Man
Shake my head as I
Drag you down the stairs
Fucking humiliated the wrong one
Not fair
Gonna make you wish you never Met a motherfucker
I'm kill you, that boy and his fucking Mother
Staying with this nigga fam
While he fight for Trump
Bitch you dumber than that nigga Willie Lump Lump
I should have slapped your ass
But you gave me some ass
Then I let it past
Now I'm kicking up grass
Led me on once again
Fell like Adam
Ate me some fruit
Now I'm sick like got damn
Fuck it
Guess what
I'm gone burn the house down
With y'all in it
Lite my cigarette in the flames
Or should paralyze you
From the neck down
I got the same serum
That Dexter used
So now that you can't move
You choose
Nah
Burn it up
It's easier
Make it seem electrical
House was old
Wires caught up
You don't give a fuck
It wouldn't be your fault
And her dead should be the end result
In my feelings
(I'm in my feelings, I'm in my Feelings, I'm in my feelings)
In my feelings
(I'm in my feelings, I'm in my Feelings, I'm in my feelings)
In my feelings
(I'm in my feelings, I'm in my Feelings, I'm in my feelings)
In my feelings
(I'm in my feelings, I'm in my Feelings, I'm in my feelings)
In my feelings
(In my feelings)
In my feelings
(In my feelings)
Too real yea
In my feelings
(My, my)
In my feelings
(My, my)
In my feelings
(My, my)
Being in your fucking feelings
Can bring out your worse demons
You could be fucking chilling
Smoking, drinking or sipping
Use to pop me a beanie
White lines dollar bill feed me
Addicts
Got the habit like fucking rabbits
Anxiety, depression
Y'all can fucking have it
I ain't try to live that
Life no more
I got better things to do
Than to be used and abused
Think I take my talents elsewhere
Than sitting in this chair
Getting high enough to reach
Another fucking universe
TESSATALK
For that ass
And I'm coming back
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Writer(s): Tesia Williams
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