No You Don't
I just gotta I miss you text
I'm like no you don't
You just realize nobody had you like I did
Not the one to show emotions
That's just how it is
Edward Scissor hands
The way I cut em' off
Can't trust no bitch
I'm way too lit
Yeah, let me pop my shit
Throw a celebration for my stylist
Prada all my fits
Sunny Daze
I hit the club might make it rain on all y'all heads
Hoes be movin shady, that's what I can't do no new friends
Oh oh
Crazy how you be saying
I'm ya number one baby
Oh oh
I just find it funny
That you tell me you love me
No you don't
Stop playing wit me
Boy please
No you don't
Mmm, stop playing wit me
Say you keep it p
Boy please
No you don't
I mean
What you saying?
Capping like you ain't with my bestfriend
I checked both y'all location
Now we ex's
And you too obsessive
I ain't even checking
Texas baby
I guess that's the reason
I ignore your textes
Looking in the mirror like mmhmm
I'm fine as hell
You can keep them gifts
I'll buy my own Chanel
All them typo's in ya text
Boy you can't even spell
Mmmm
That's how I know you mad as hell
Oh oh
Crazy how you be saying
I'm ya number one baby
Oh oh
I just find it funny
That you tell me you love me
No you don't
Stop playing wit me
Boy please
No you don't
Mmm, stop playing wit me
Say you keep it p
Boy please
No you don't
I'm like no you don't
You just realize nobody had you like I did
Not the one to show emotions
That's just how it is
Edward Scissor hands
The way I cut em' off
Can't trust no bitch
I'm way too lit
Yeah, let me pop my shit
Throw a celebration for my stylist
Prada all my fits
Sunny Daze
I hit the club might make it rain on all y'all heads
Hoes be movin shady, that's what I can't do no new friends
Oh oh
Crazy how you be saying
I'm ya number one baby
Oh oh
I just find it funny
That you tell me you love me
No you don't
Stop playing wit me
Boy please
No you don't
Mmm, stop playing wit me
Say you keep it p
Boy please
No you don't
I mean
What you saying?
Capping like you ain't with my bestfriend
I checked both y'all location
Now we ex's
And you too obsessive
I ain't even checking
Texas baby
I guess that's the reason
I ignore your textes
Looking in the mirror like mmhmm
I'm fine as hell
You can keep them gifts
I'll buy my own Chanel
All them typo's in ya text
Boy you can't even spell
Mmmm
That's how I know you mad as hell
Oh oh
Crazy how you be saying
I'm ya number one baby
Oh oh
I just find it funny
That you tell me you love me
No you don't
Stop playing wit me
Boy please
No you don't
Mmm, stop playing wit me
Say you keep it p
Boy please
No you don't
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Writer(s): Marqueze Parker
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