whenshesay
Here come the weird kid
Quad don't wanna hear this
Niggaz should fear this
Word on the strip, your chick looking for endearment
Clearly the opposite, possibly your opposition
I fucked your girl now you cried about how love nonexistent
How exquisite, a foul only child with wild privileges
She love how my tongue style twisted, it literally sound gifted
Made her never hesitate to pay for the breakfast date
She even bought me a pint, her name should be one text away
All cause you forgot valentines, she saw my bottle of wine
I tried to hold her, she say don't worry, I'm fine
All she want is me to go in and slide deep
A clean nick where she bite me
Lick nipples with icing
When she say Johnny
Question of the day: why you trying to slap her?
Cause her room smelled like runtz, saw a silver Dutch wrapper?
Who that in the Honda? Can't see because my shit is tinted
Somebody fucked your bitch, you running around asking who did it
Your people told you to let it go, your pride won't let you listen
Don't worry about shorty, go on with your other bitches
Shit outta sight, outta mind, don't tear up about what you witness
Nigga don't come out with your gun trynna play victim
Home wrecker, guess you can call me the bad guy
That nigga mad ha, that nigga mad now
Laughing smoking when she denied your FaceTime
That nigga mad ha, that nigga mad now
Quad don't wanna hear this
Niggaz should fear this
Word on the strip, your chick looking for endearment
Clearly the opposite, possibly your opposition
I fucked your girl now you cried about how love nonexistent
How exquisite, a foul only child with wild privileges
She love how my tongue style twisted, it literally sound gifted
Made her never hesitate to pay for the breakfast date
She even bought me a pint, her name should be one text away
All cause you forgot valentines, she saw my bottle of wine
I tried to hold her, she say don't worry, I'm fine
All she want is me to go in and slide deep
A clean nick where she bite me
Lick nipples with icing
When she say Johnny
Question of the day: why you trying to slap her?
Cause her room smelled like runtz, saw a silver Dutch wrapper?
Who that in the Honda? Can't see because my shit is tinted
Somebody fucked your bitch, you running around asking who did it
Your people told you to let it go, your pride won't let you listen
Don't worry about shorty, go on with your other bitches
Shit outta sight, outta mind, don't tear up about what you witness
Nigga don't come out with your gun trynna play victim
Home wrecker, guess you can call me the bad guy
That nigga mad ha, that nigga mad now
Laughing smoking when she denied your FaceTime
That nigga mad ha, that nigga mad now
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Writer(s): Johnathan King
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