Aşking

For all the times that you rained on my parade
And all the clubs you get in using my name
You think you broke my heart, oh, girl, for goodness' sake
You think I'm crying on my own, well, I ain't
And I didn't wanna write a song
Cause I didn't want anyone thinkin' I still care, I don't, but
You still hit my phone up
And baby, I'll be movin' on

I thought I found the right one
One knew that how to treat me right
I thought I found the real girl
So sweet, Turkish delight
I thought I found the right one
One knew that how to treat me right
I thought I found the real girl
So sweet, Turkish delight
Anyhow any type is my type
Why so hard to find
Hold on, she's gone
Only know your lover when you let her go
I'm tryna find my second home
All I see just hoes

Don't call me bro, it's business here
Good girl easy to see, hard to catch
You said no to your dope match
Millions dollar, million chats

Deleted every pic from my mind
I believe that chick was fine
My archive fall of dark vibes
I'm so hard to find
I think I'm really diamond
Chase a check never chase a bitch
Ain't like you simping bitch
I'm a top G, Andrew Tate
Put me in the cage I, know how to get outta it
Super lit, from Egypt, speaking Turkish siktir git
With all due respect you just shit he's shit
I'm the realest shit of all shit
Fake friends, fake love, fake gs, no regrets
In the dark
Ya, you never said a word
You didn't send me no letter
That's better, that's better
That's fuckin better