YeaYea

Now if i tell you sum in private dont go to the net
Its just some rules you cant forget
Got so much pressure on my shoulders and ion break a sweat
Cause in that field where i did my best
She move funny had to check her like you do in chess
Keep it a hundred & i cant do nun less
These niggas funny i aint too impressed
If i surpass a goal its on to the next
Fuck it like who want it next
Who want a chick who always in some mess
Wilding, causing stress
Aint gotta be perfect just be trynna progress
Can you be my friend it aint just bout the sex
And the vacays & the social flex
I see you trynna boost yo social rep for the next nigga
And ion trip about it
I just keep on stacking chips til i can dip up out it
One sided with my love i aint switching bout it
Gma betty died, still aint came to grips about it
Fool me one time thats lesson learned
Fool me two times, yo bridge you burn
Fool me three times it aint no way
I wont be around to see the day
They be like mm mm mm mm mm
I be like yea yea yea yea yea
They be like mm mm mm mm mm
I be like yea yea yea yea yea
They be like mm mm mm mm mm
I be like yea yea yea yea yea
They be like oh oh oh oh oh
And I be like yea yea yea yea yea



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Writer(s): Dajee Johnson
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