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I ain't came for no -, I ain't slid on no -
I aim waist below, I ain't faithful, hold this
Makin' half of y'all sick
'Cause y'all ain't credible
I've been makin' you tick
Clockin' all of my shit, bitch, get off my schedule

Time to let it go
-, back up
We don't discuss sh- at the function, it's on sight, this word to Pop
Like no worries, I get to snuffin', I'm good, bye -, when you drop
Ain't the type of bird you lovin', just my pinky worth a flock
And your energy's disgustin', act like somethin' that you're not

Out your mouth, I'm hearin' nothin', sound like, "La-la-la-la-la"
Call you buddies 'cause you pump it up a lot, lot, lot, lot, lot
Now get mad (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, bet that, hmm-mm (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can't get jiggy with it
Decline like, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah"
Is different, puttin' digits in my wa-la-la-la-la
Get mad, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bet that (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I ain't change for no drip, I ain't payin' for no tits
I ain't fakin', no
I ain't missin' no licks
I ain't loosen that grip, I ain't lettin' go
I just made a new hit and you never do -, how predictable (hmm-mmm)

I'ma say your mistake was hopin' I ain't see the sign
But when shit get you open, you a different type (oh)
I don't need a thing from a -, ain't got her own - to ride
I'm on go 'cause we all know that you ain't 'bout that life

Out your mouth, I'm hearin' nothin', sound like, "La-la-la-la-la"
Call you buddies, 'cause you pump it up a lot, lot, lot, lot, lot
Now get mad (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, bet that, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can't get jiggy with it
Decline like, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah" (get back)
Is different, puttin' digits in my wa-la-la-la-la
Oh, get mad, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bet that (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I ain't one of your friends
I ain't one of your sluts
Iron like gun
I compete with none

La-la-la-la-la
A lot, lot, lot, lot, lot
La-la-la-la-la
A lot, lot, lot, lot, lot



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Writer(s): Dante Carter, Lauren Ayala, Paul Chadwick Norman, Adam Tilzer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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