osu
Nines Aoba
I'm taking over
Damn what's going on
Yes I seen your text
I left you on read
You know all those feelings dead
All this talk about love
It fuck with my head
I'm blocking you now
No watching my shit
Incase you go fed
I see how you move
Don't care what you said
If I was a king I'd chop off ya head
Fuck what you got and fuck what we had
You gotta grow up stop blaming ya past
Making this song
Don't care if you mad
Trauma dumping in these Pro Tools
Like I'm suppose to
Played me like Osu
Damn why I ain't ghost you
You lying so much
Don't know what's your dead
You is a liar don't know if you real
I'm addicted to the bag
All these bitches flexing for the gram
It's so sad
I treat bitches like a fad
Yeah I'm going up now
All these bitches wanna fuck
So many bad bitches
What If I pick the wrong one
Don't wanna pick the wrong one
No I'm not one and done
Hit a new bitch and I go on the run
This ain't no fucking fairytale
Fuck true love
I been geeked up on a ship
I been sipping on stars
Sipping on space
All these hoes in my face saying
Drinking young nigga drink
All my hoes they pour me crush
slipping further when I blink
They tryna fuck off the drugs yeah yeah
Been thinking 'bout doping my soda
There's an emotional quota
Drinking so much I feel like Barbosa
Sipping on crush this not a mimosa
She wanna fuck I told her come closer
He wanna play he get put on a poster
Play me the chicken then he getting roasted
I get pack you know I can't post it
I make a play you know I don't boast it
Sipping on purple they thinking I'm Tolkien
Loving my voice she feeling forespoken
Big ass blunt so you know that I'm loaded
Snatching yo chain and they already sold it
Talking to much and you don't even know shit
How you got bread but don't even own shit
Keeping telling these boys these is not motion
I'll said it again
Hoes ain't motion
Skinny ass nigga that turned to a boss
Still fill up a room I feel like Rick Ross
Still cut a bitch off you know its Her Loss
Damn what's going on
Yes I seen your text
I left you on read
You know all those feelings dead
All this talk about love
It fuck with my head
I'm blocking you now
No watching my shit
Incase you go fed
I see how you move
Don't care what you said
If I was a king I'd chop off ya head
Fuck what you got and fuck what we had
You gotta grow up stop blaming ya past
Making this song
Don't care if you mad
Trauma dumping in these Pro Tools
Like I'm suppose to
Played me like Osu
Damn why I ain't ghost you
You lying so much
Don't know what's your dead
You is a liar don't know if you real
I'm taking over
Damn what's going on
Yes I seen your text
I left you on read
You know all those feelings dead
All this talk about love
It fuck with my head
I'm blocking you now
No watching my shit
Incase you go fed
I see how you move
Don't care what you said
If I was a king I'd chop off ya head
Fuck what you got and fuck what we had
You gotta grow up stop blaming ya past
Making this song
Don't care if you mad
Trauma dumping in these Pro Tools
Like I'm suppose to
Played me like Osu
Damn why I ain't ghost you
You lying so much
Don't know what's your dead
You is a liar don't know if you real
I'm addicted to the bag
All these bitches flexing for the gram
It's so sad
I treat bitches like a fad
Yeah I'm going up now
All these bitches wanna fuck
So many bad bitches
What If I pick the wrong one
Don't wanna pick the wrong one
No I'm not one and done
Hit a new bitch and I go on the run
This ain't no fucking fairytale
Fuck true love
I been geeked up on a ship
I been sipping on stars
Sipping on space
All these hoes in my face saying
Drinking young nigga drink
All my hoes they pour me crush
slipping further when I blink
They tryna fuck off the drugs yeah yeah
Been thinking 'bout doping my soda
There's an emotional quota
Drinking so much I feel like Barbosa
Sipping on crush this not a mimosa
She wanna fuck I told her come closer
He wanna play he get put on a poster
Play me the chicken then he getting roasted
I get pack you know I can't post it
I make a play you know I don't boast it
Sipping on purple they thinking I'm Tolkien
Loving my voice she feeling forespoken
Big ass blunt so you know that I'm loaded
Snatching yo chain and they already sold it
Talking to much and you don't even know shit
How you got bread but don't even own shit
Keeping telling these boys these is not motion
I'll said it again
Hoes ain't motion
Skinny ass nigga that turned to a boss
Still fill up a room I feel like Rick Ross
Still cut a bitch off you know its Her Loss
Damn what's going on
Yes I seen your text
I left you on read
You know all those feelings dead
All this talk about love
It fuck with my head
I'm blocking you now
No watching my shit
Incase you go fed
I see how you move
Don't care what you said
If I was a king I'd chop off ya head
Fuck what you got and fuck what we had
You gotta grow up stop blaming ya past
Making this song
Don't care if you mad
Trauma dumping in these Pro Tools
Like I'm suppose to
Played me like Osu
Damn why I ain't ghost you
You lying so much
Don't know what's your dead
You is a liar don't know if you real
Credits
Writer(s): Camryn Darling
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