L.O.M

Sag cause my jeans hold a lot of money
When I wake up, have these bitches runnin'
Ay bitch wanna talk cause I blew up, ay
She don't wanna talk about my pain
They call me a feen when I rap
I just ran up, I ain't lookin back, ay
Bitches know me, but they don't know the Katt
I just came in, 100 drum on my back

And I don't really do this often
Just sit and observe, they plotting
I ran up all of my options
She want to talk, but I'm done talking
I just ran up on my ex
I don't want to give you stress
I just got you in my head
So much shit that I can't say
You know that you make me sick to my stomach
I don't want to stop because baby I love it
Talk all you want it's the end of the subject
I got Benz wit a bag and she love it

Sag cause my jeans hold a lot of money
When I wake up, have these bitches runnin'
Ay bitch wanna talk cause I blew up, ay
She don't wanna talk about my pain
They call me a feen when I rap
I just ran up, I ain't lookin back, ay
Bitches know me, but they don't know the Katt
I just came in, 100 drum on my back

Want to talk, it's time to go
I don't want to be with you
So much shit that I can't say
Memories that plague my brain
Hear me talk, I'll sound it out
I can't live with you around
Perfect words form from your mouth
Intrusive thoughts getting too loud
Feel that you're apart of me
Know that you're my missing piece
Something to make me feel complete
I don't want to stay or leave

Sag cause my jeans hold a lot of money
When I wake up, have these bitches runnin'
Ay bitch wanna talk cause I blew up, ay
She don't wanna talk about my pain
They call me a feen when I rap
I just ran up, I ain't lookin back, ay
Bitches know me, but they don't know the Katt
I just came in, 100 drum on my back



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