Oh No

Yeah
BACK$EAT
Yeah

And please don't call my phone
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
Please don't follow me home
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
Baby I'm just really tryna let you go
You go
You go
You go girl

And please don't call my phone
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
Please don't follow me home
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
Baby I'm just really tryna let you go
You go
You go
You go girl

Fuck that bitch, boy I gotta think straight
I said fuck that bitch boy I gotta think straight
Chilling one man in the studio
Gotta make these three songs every day of the week
Everybody talking bout how to be grinding
I just be silent
You gon' see
I ain't gotta talk too much
I let the moves do the work
I'm with the crew
By the hills
With the view
I pop the pill
Got me zoot
And the best thing about this shit
I ain't thinking bout you
Bout you
Bout you
Bout you

And please don't call my phone
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
And please don't follow me home
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
Baby I'm just really tryna let you go
You go girl
You go
You go girl

Please don't call my phone
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
And the best thing about this shit
I ain't thinking bout you

Baby I'm just really tryna let you go
You go
You go
You go girl

Please don't call my phone
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
Please don't follow me home
Oh no, Oh no, Oh no
Baby I'm just really tryna let you go
You go girl
You go
You go girl



Credits
Writer(s): Lifa Junior
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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