Fomo

She so cold
Wear dat shit girl
This old soul
Got some answers for ya
She brought her friends
Now they dancin for us
She on her hands
Her ass hit the standing ova
Roll some doja
This that super nova
Mr. four leaf clover
I think I need me a solider
Views of boulder
Who gone make it colder
Baby hold up
Lemme catch a close up close up
Into gross stuff
She been on some grown stuff
What's your motive
I'm just tryina motorboat ya
Grab the cobra
Slumped her like she caught the corona
Ya love her don't ya
But I bet she never told ya

How I touched her then she froze up
When she dropped it
And I rose up
How she rode it like I'm forza
Paint a picture on her torso
Hit my dance like I'm toro
Crash your camp like I'm soros
Need the whip to have 4 rows
Lots of hoes I need 4 poles

I don't do need ya fuckin promo
Treat the show like a porno
She made it rain
Where the storm tho
Jean jacket with some corn rows
Back before when I had the fomo
Made it rain where the storm tho
Jean jacket with some corn rows
Back before when I had the fomo



Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Luckie
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