No F***s Givin
I'm one of them ones
I'm not none of these clowns niggas you used fuck with son
Played me now them cards is delt
You hate me with a passion And my heart just melts
I can tell how you moved n that how you felt
Real shit bitch you played ya self
Creepin with them other niggas think that I couldn't tell
Be hitting my phone other niggas in the background thought I was joke
The don is not class clown
Fake love for me baby put that mask down
I'm the one they want now
You regret every thing that done now
It was fun to you then but now I'm having fun now
You ain't so happy now that karmas
Around
Wishing I save you but I won't come back around
Left me for someone who willing to let
You drown now who lookin like clown
Now the game done now
Tryin to get me back
Knowing that shit did you was really wack
Ain't time for chitchat it time for get back
Seen ya home girl she told me how ya ex nigga did you bad
All I could I do was laught seems like you just bitter n mad
But glad I had to get back in my bag
You know a nigga love gettin this cash
You stuck in the moment but I had to leave in the past
The only way I can vent with out Puttin you on blast
But you figure out you end up being mad
I'm not none of these clowns niggas you used fuck with son
Played me now them cards is delt
You hate me with a passion And my heart just melts
I can tell how you moved n that how you felt
Real shit bitch you played ya self
Creepin with them other niggas think that I couldn't tell
Be hitting my phone other niggas in the background thought I was joke
The don is not class clown
Fake love for me baby put that mask down
I'm the one they want now
You regret every thing that done now
It was fun to you then but now I'm having fun now
You ain't so happy now that karmas
Around
Wishing I save you but I won't come back around
Left me for someone who willing to let
You drown now who lookin like clown
Now the game done now
Tryin to get me back
Knowing that shit did you was really wack
Ain't time for chitchat it time for get back
Seen ya home girl she told me how ya ex nigga did you bad
All I could I do was laught seems like you just bitter n mad
But glad I had to get back in my bag
You know a nigga love gettin this cash
You stuck in the moment but I had to leave in the past
The only way I can vent with out Puttin you on blast
But you figure out you end up being mad
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Writer(s): Michael Williams
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