we dnt get along
(Sincere)
(Yeah) No, bitch, we don't get along (yeah)
Said I'm better off alone (uh-huh)
Yeah, and you callin' my phone (ooh)
Bitch, I'm better on my own
No, bitch, we don't get along (yeah, we don't get along)
No, bitch, we don't get along (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I take a Perc, then I fly (fly)
Geekin' too high, don't know why (yeah)
Yeah, and I'm goin' insane (I'm goin' insane)
I done fuckin' lost my mind (yeah)
I'm finna get in that mode (buh, uhh)
I'm finna get in that mode (yeah, yeah, uhh)
I jus' flew to Paris, hit your bitch with a bonjour (hello)
Bitch, I rock Celine, I hit LV on my own
I been high as the ceiling, bitch, I'm roaming out the world
Ain't no stylist, bitch, I'm rockin' big boots, I'm rockin' Rick Owens
I can't love no bitch, only love my guns (buh)
And I don't waste no time, I get my money up
I'm finna hop in that Wraith (yeah)
Percs got me goin' insanse (ooh)
I jus' be high as a plane (ooh) yeah
(Yeah) No, bitch, we don't get along (yeah)
Said I'm better off alone (uh-huh)
Yeah, and you callin' my phone (ooh)
Bitch, I'm better on my own
No, bitch, we don't get along (yeah, we don't get along)
No, bitch, we don't get along (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I take a Perc, then I fly (fly)
Geekin' too high, don't know why (yeah)
Yeah, and I'm goin' insane (I'm goin' insane)
I done fuckin' lost my mind (yeah)
I'm finna get in that mode (buh, uhh)
I'm finna get in that mode (yeah, yeah, uhh)
(Yeah) No, bitch, we don't get along (yeah)
Said I'm better off alone (uh-huh)
Yeah, and you callin' my phone (ooh)
Bitch, I'm better on my own
No, bitch, we don't get along (yeah, we don't get along)
No, bitch, we don't get along (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I take a Perc, then I fly (fly)
Geekin' too high, don't know why (yeah)
Yeah, and I'm goin' insane (I'm goin' insane)
I done fuckin' lost my mind (yeah)
I'm finna get in that mode (buh, uhh)
I'm finna get in that mode (yeah, yeah, uhh)
I jus' flew to Paris, hit your bitch with a bonjour (hello)
Bitch, I rock Celine, I hit LV on my own
I been high as the ceiling, bitch, I'm roaming out the world
Ain't no stylist, bitch, I'm rockin' big boots, I'm rockin' Rick Owens
I can't love no bitch, only love my guns (buh)
And I don't waste no time, I get my money up
I'm finna hop in that Wraith (yeah)
Percs got me goin' insanse (ooh)
I jus' be high as a plane (ooh) yeah
(Yeah) No, bitch, we don't get along (yeah)
Said I'm better off alone (uh-huh)
Yeah, and you callin' my phone (ooh)
Bitch, I'm better on my own
No, bitch, we don't get along (yeah, we don't get along)
No, bitch, we don't get along (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I take a Perc, then I fly (fly)
Geekin' too high, don't know why (yeah)
Yeah, and I'm goin' insane (I'm goin' insane)
I done fuckin' lost my mind (yeah)
I'm finna get in that mode (buh, uhh)
I'm finna get in that mode (yeah, yeah, uhh)
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