Mr. U Know Who
If he want to
If he want to fuck on hoes he
If he want to fuck on hoes he can
We ain't together
So what is you saying?
He think it's a game
We ain't together
He thought I was playing
Had to pop my shit I'm having
He want to know what's up with Rabbit
I love that nigga so bad
But if you could touch him
I guess you could have him
Miss Act Bad
I'm not acting
Miss I'm outside like an addict
Walk in the club through the back?
Walk in the club don't get patted
Please don't play I'm a drag it
I'm fed up
Bitch I've had it
Look what I made for the day
Add it
Broke ass nigga couldn't make a fraction
Fuck I'm a do with a taser?
I'm out here in traffic
Hands on the tool
I ain't doing no zapping
Want to come where I'm from cause it's active
My life a movie
Bitch I'm not an actress
I'm not actress
He want a kiss?
Where is my chapstick?
He want a hit?
Have him relapsing
Come get him now he's maxing
I ain't stunting no hoe
I'm macking
He think that's attractive
He still came right back
Bitch better act like she know my batting average
Seen something I want
And you know I had to have it
I just had Cashmere I'm not talking bout the
I was finna bag him
But look how he was acting
Just ran down on a wack ass bitch
Had to
He like
Why you always blacking?
I just told him I can't help it
I'm like if I can't have you no one else can
He like damn this bitch is selfish
He got the sitch right where his belt is
If niggas play then they get dealt with
I got the juice way more than welch's
He be in Vegas more than Elvis
I was finna fuck with him
He blew it
He had a bitch all along
I knew it!
Fuck is you doing?
You stupid?
I ain't even want you that bad
I juiced it
Had to send a nigga right back to the ruins
Butter pecan whip
I'm getting scooped in
She don't like me cause he like my music
Wait
Who is this new bitch?
Fuck is wrong with you?
You was on twitter tweeting like you single?
Got bitches thinking that we ain't official?
You thought you was player
So I had to bench you
You tried to number two me
I don't hit niggas that ain't what I'm in to
You bugging out
I was trying to fix you
I get niggas
I don't really get you
That's my cue
That was his boo
I made her scoot
Then you want to fuck on your ex?
Shoot
I had to give that bitch the boot
I'm buck wild
She a zoo
You said it was none but it was a few
If he want to fuck on hoes he
If he want to fuck on hoes he can
We ain't together
So what is you saying?
He think it's a game
We ain't together
He thought I was playing
Had to pop my shit I'm having
He want to know what's up with Rabbit
I love that nigga so bad
But if you could touch him
I guess you could have him
Miss Act Bad
I'm not acting
Miss I'm outside like an addict
Walk in the club through the back?
Walk in the club don't get patted
Please don't play I'm a drag it
I'm fed up
Bitch I've had it
Look what I made for the day
Add it
Broke ass nigga couldn't make a fraction
Fuck I'm a do with a taser?
I'm out here in traffic
Hands on the tool
I ain't doing no zapping
Want to come where I'm from cause it's active
My life a movie
Bitch I'm not an actress
I'm not actress
He want a kiss?
Where is my chapstick?
He want a hit?
Have him relapsing
Come get him now he's maxing
I ain't stunting no hoe
I'm macking
He think that's attractive
He still came right back
Bitch better act like she know my batting average
Seen something I want
And you know I had to have it
I just had Cashmere I'm not talking bout the
I was finna bag him
But look how he was acting
Just ran down on a wack ass bitch
Had to
He like
Why you always blacking?
I just told him I can't help it
I'm like if I can't have you no one else can
He like damn this bitch is selfish
He got the sitch right where his belt is
If niggas play then they get dealt with
I got the juice way more than welch's
He be in Vegas more than Elvis
I was finna fuck with him
He blew it
He had a bitch all along
I knew it!
Fuck is you doing?
You stupid?
I ain't even want you that bad
I juiced it
Had to send a nigga right back to the ruins
Butter pecan whip
I'm getting scooped in
She don't like me cause he like my music
Wait
Who is this new bitch?
Fuck is wrong with you?
You was on twitter tweeting like you single?
Got bitches thinking that we ain't official?
You thought you was player
So I had to bench you
You tried to number two me
I don't hit niggas that ain't what I'm in to
You bugging out
I was trying to fix you
I get niggas
I don't really get you
That's my cue
That was his boo
I made her scoot
Then you want to fuck on your ex?
Shoot
I had to give that bitch the boot
I'm buck wild
She a zoo
You said it was none but it was a few
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Writer(s): Kyleea Womack
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