Tangy - Remix

Yo like
She a ten
Im a Gem
Girl your wrong and I'm right
Lets not pretend
Fuck a call
Can't we talk
Girl I pull up in a Benz
We can solve it like adults
You aint gotta tell your friends
Ive been
Super busy now
Chasing all my milli's now
Why you always beefing me
Its getting kinda silly now
When its something serious
You can always hit me now
I gotta paten up a meeting more than 50 thou

Im that girl
That you really wish you had back
I did things
And I know you wont forget that
You lost a diamond
Cuz you didn't have a clue facts
You silly rabbit
Playboy you a new jack

They Call it Tangy
You see that taste in your mouth
You could've had me
Now I'm not giving a fuck
Out in Miami
And now you're texting me drunk
Wishing you had me
It must be Tangy
They Call it Tangy
You see that taste in your mouth
You could've had me
Now I'm not giving a fuck
Out in miami
And now you're texting me drunk
Wishing you had me
It must be Tangy

Don't get me started
Cuz now we finished
You are just not built
To handle business
I never should've gave you access
To the gold room
You took it all for granted
Didn't know the value
Now I'm telling you
Adios Vamus
Get out my view

Im that girl
That you really wish you had back
I did things
And I know you wont forget that
You lost a diamond
Cuz you didn't have a clue facts
You silly rabbit
Playboy you a new jack

They Call it Tangy
You see that taste in your mouth
You could've had me
Now I'm not giving a fuck
Out in Miami
And now you're texting me drunk
Wishing you had me
It must be Tangy
They Call it Tangy
You see that taste in your mouth
You could've had me
Now I'm not giving a fuck
Out in miami
And now you're texting me drunk
Wishing you had me
It must be Tangy

He hate to see me go
But he don't do me like he suppose to do
Call my phone again
And I'm gon show you what exposing do
Now he out confusing his feelings
He like exposing who
Baby I'm exposing you
Cos you aint never told the truth
Tell him how u aint appreciate this
Tell him how u use to lie
So u can be with that bitch
Im saying
Don't think its sweet
It aint no breeze on this trip
I cool on you and all your bitches
You can sleep with that shit
Look now I bought an island
30 inches with my back out
Let me act out
Im out the country not the trap house
I pop the racks out
And there aint nothing u can do
And I could really fuck your friend
And make you wait as number two but
Im classy
I'm straight on you
And I got hella hundreds
Nothing I can take from you
To Fuck,
Crazy that your mind
You'd think I'd wait on you
You know I had to get away from you

They Call it Tangy
You see that taste in your mouth
You could've had me
Now I'm not giving a fuck
Out in Miami
And now you're texting me drunk
Wishing you had me
It must be Tangy
They Call it Tangy
You see that taste in your mouth
You could've had me
Now I'm not giving a fuck
Out in miami
And now you're texting me drunk
Wishing you had me
It must be Tangy



Credits
Writer(s): Bana Fatih, Lorne Tennant, Michael Comrie
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