callin back (feat. Ajnextdoor)
Bring the bitch on, yeah, she sexy like my swag So when she hit the phone, I ain't even
Tryna brag We gon' bring it on, you COD, we throwin
Flags Man, these hoes be causin' problems, I ain't
In the midst of that And she think that she the problem, girl, I
Ain't missin' that Why you think that you the star, girl, I ain't
Callin' back Why you think I'm finna lose, bitch, I ain't
Never lack If they ain't talkin' bout the money, then
I ain't into that Just tryna get by, passin' her, excited, got
Me fallin' out the sky Told them I'll be back at nine, now she got
Me hypnotized Say I'm not your type, watch me celebrate
When I see right through the lies I can't even lie, yeah, the drugs bring me
To life Why she gotta lie, yeah, she said I'm not
Her type And she think that she a star, oh, I'm not
Callin' back And she said that I am toxic, but she keep
On comin' back I been with the slow, I been the sluts, yeah
All you hear is boom, I don't need no love, I need a rest, rest
Ask her about the drama, I don't even miss that
Only wearin' Prada, I don't like the mismatch
Dark, got me fallin' from the sky Just tryna get by, and I'm seein' through
The lies Just tryna get by, passin' her, excited, got
Me fallin' out the sky Told them I'll be back at nine, now she got
Me hypnotized Say I'm not your type, watch me celebrate
When I see right through the lies
Tryna brag We gon' bring it on, you COD, we throwin
Flags Man, these hoes be causin' problems, I ain't
In the midst of that And she think that she the problem, girl, I
Ain't missin' that Why you think that you the star, girl, I ain't
Callin' back Why you think I'm finna lose, bitch, I ain't
Never lack If they ain't talkin' bout the money, then
I ain't into that Just tryna get by, passin' her, excited, got
Me fallin' out the sky Told them I'll be back at nine, now she got
Me hypnotized Say I'm not your type, watch me celebrate
When I see right through the lies I can't even lie, yeah, the drugs bring me
To life Why she gotta lie, yeah, she said I'm not
Her type And she think that she a star, oh, I'm not
Callin' back And she said that I am toxic, but she keep
On comin' back I been with the slow, I been the sluts, yeah
All you hear is boom, I don't need no love, I need a rest, rest
Ask her about the drama, I don't even miss that
Only wearin' Prada, I don't like the mismatch
Dark, got me fallin' from the sky Just tryna get by, and I'm seein' through
The lies Just tryna get by, passin' her, excited, got
Me fallin' out the sky Told them I'll be back at nine, now she got
Me hypnotized Say I'm not your type, watch me celebrate
When I see right through the lies
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Writer(s): Kiamuya Musumunu
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