Over the phone

I dropped two whites in my sprite
Copped some bitches for the night
No you cannot stay the night, I don't want your love tonight
Eyeing up my lane, tryna fuck and dash tonight
I don't even know your name, random bitches ain't my type
Fuck all them bitches

All them bitches looking sicker
No I don't want no picture
I'm raising more restriction
Cause I don't get recorded, she talk I just ignore her
I put that bitch in order, flip her like a quarter
Fuck all them bitches
All them bitches looking sicker
No I don't want no picture
I'm raising more restriction
(Humming)
And bitch your cut
And bitch your through
And I done had it I done had enough of you
Want me to lead you on or just tell you the truth
And I done had it, I done had enough of you
And bitch your cut
And bitch your through
And I done had it I done had enough of you
Want me to lead you on or just tell you the truth
And I done had it, I done had enough of you
And bitch your cut
And bitch your through
And I done had it I done had enough of you
Want me to lead you on or just tell you the truth
And I done had it, I done had enough of you
And bitch your cut
And bitch your through
And I done had it I done had enough of you
Want me to lead you on or just tell you the truth
And I done had it, I done had enough of you
Damn, what you waiting on?
Am I not, am I not what you prayed for?
Probably what you payed for
What you get, what you give, what you pay for
I'm your property so
So I'm probably so
Don't bother me no
Took a part of me oh, oh, oh, oh, oh



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Austin Young
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