EMPRESS (YOU DON'T KNOW)
Tell me why you mad at me This love it is a tragedy
Tell me what you had to think Left me my heart shattering
So tell me why you mad at me Cause I can feel your energy
You fucked me over mentally Now I can't write no symphony
Hold up hit a backspace And she all up on my cock bitch high taste
I don't need no Instagram I need my space When I'm in a high pursuit its a car chase
I might fuck up on a fed that's a high taste When I go up pop a Xan then I fly away
Finna drop a couple M's and get out of the way
Finna meet a couple friends but you finna say
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know Why you mad at me
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know Why you mad at me
Hold up made a good band How you fuck up on that nigga you my top ten
I been feeling shitty got me boxed in Fuck up on that bitch you know that bitch she
gave me options Yeah she gave me some top
I went to the function and got me some zah
45 second we sipping on Wock She get to fuckin' and I told that bitch nah
I put a Glock in your grave Fucked on your thottie that bitch said okay
I might just go shoot some shots at your brain Fuckin' that bitch and that bitch go insane
She say she thirsty I give her some drink Put that on God and I put that on gang
Know that I'ma never switch for the fame Just tell me shawty you ready to hang now
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know Why you mad at me
Why you mad at me
Tell me what you had to think Left me my heart shattering
So tell me why you mad at me Cause I can feel your energy
You fucked me over mentally Now I can't write no symphony
Hold up hit a backspace And she all up on my cock bitch high taste
I don't need no Instagram I need my space When I'm in a high pursuit its a car chase
I might fuck up on a fed that's a high taste When I go up pop a Xan then I fly away
Finna drop a couple M's and get out of the way
Finna meet a couple friends but you finna say
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know Why you mad at me
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know Why you mad at me
Hold up made a good band How you fuck up on that nigga you my top ten
I been feeling shitty got me boxed in Fuck up on that bitch you know that bitch she
gave me options Yeah she gave me some top
I went to the function and got me some zah
45 second we sipping on Wock She get to fuckin' and I told that bitch nah
I put a Glock in your grave Fucked on your thottie that bitch said okay
I might just go shoot some shots at your brain Fuckin' that bitch and that bitch go insane
She say she thirsty I give her some drink Put that on God and I put that on gang
Know that I'ma never switch for the fame Just tell me shawty you ready to hang now
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know Why you mad at me
Why you mad at me
Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Threat
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