Oya
Aint no my fault
Aint no oh my bad
Aint no sorry hoe
Bitch Im on yo ass
Broad daylight bitch no mask
On sight when I catch you bitch I'm on yo ass
Aint no my fault
Aint no oh my bad
Aint no sorry hoe
Bitch Im on yo ass
Broad daylight bitch no mask
On sight when I catch you bitch I'm on yo ass
Ran down on you twice
Yeen want da smoke
Turned into a track star
Usain Bolt
Na
Nu uh
Cause you aint playin fair
I really tried to chill
But bitch you took it there
Dont compete you cant compare
What the fuck you thought
If this was Friday you Felicia bitch I'm Nia Long
We is not the same
You know you cant sit at this table
You couldn't get in my lane hoe even if I let you
You da type to give up pussy just because you hungry
But I aint gotta lift a finger and he movin for me
Haha
Yeah
I know you hate dat
I bet you made the Arthur fist when you heard dat
Girl bye
I'm too real for this shit
You arguin bout a nigga I'm too trill for this shit
If it aint about a check I dont wanna be involved
If you gotta problem bitch come and get dat bitch solved
Aint no my fault
Aint no oh my bad
Aint no sorry hoe
Bitch I'm on yo ass
Broad daylight bitch no mask
On sight when I catch you bitch I'm on yo ass
Aint no my fault
Aint no oh my bad
Aint no sorry hoe
Bitch I'm on yo ass
Broad daylight bitch no mask
On sight when I catch you bitch I'm on yo ass
Aint no oh my bad
Aint no sorry hoe
Bitch Im on yo ass
Broad daylight bitch no mask
On sight when I catch you bitch I'm on yo ass
Aint no my fault
Aint no oh my bad
Aint no sorry hoe
Bitch Im on yo ass
Broad daylight bitch no mask
On sight when I catch you bitch I'm on yo ass
Ran down on you twice
Yeen want da smoke
Turned into a track star
Usain Bolt
Na
Nu uh
Cause you aint playin fair
I really tried to chill
But bitch you took it there
Dont compete you cant compare
What the fuck you thought
If this was Friday you Felicia bitch I'm Nia Long
We is not the same
You know you cant sit at this table
You couldn't get in my lane hoe even if I let you
You da type to give up pussy just because you hungry
But I aint gotta lift a finger and he movin for me
Haha
Yeah
I know you hate dat
I bet you made the Arthur fist when you heard dat
Girl bye
I'm too real for this shit
You arguin bout a nigga I'm too trill for this shit
If it aint about a check I dont wanna be involved
If you gotta problem bitch come and get dat bitch solved
Aint no my fault
Aint no oh my bad
Aint no sorry hoe
Bitch I'm on yo ass
Broad daylight bitch no mask
On sight when I catch you bitch I'm on yo ass
Aint no my fault
Aint no oh my bad
Aint no sorry hoe
Bitch I'm on yo ass
Broad daylight bitch no mask
On sight when I catch you bitch I'm on yo ass
Credits
Writer(s): Dana Heard
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