Texting and Lying (TNL)

Keep the heat strapped to my chest because heart can get cold
Tried to focus on this little bih she showed me I'm better alone
I miss loving on you old hoes cause now I be texting and lying
Don't double back for me now you gotta be out yo mind
Keep the heat strapped to my chest because heart can get cold
Tried to focus on this little bih she showed me I'm better alone
I miss loving on you old hoes cause now I be texting and lying
Don't double back for me now you gotta be out yo mind

She probably tell her friends that I gave up
In the end baby just knew I couldn't save us
Now she sending SOS SOSO SOS
Gotta keep a tech vest on my chest
Projecting the little love that a ninja got left
Worked with I had and I got nothing left
Put my shit up in box and you slid me to the left
Now she back in the club single lady with her hands up
Cause the one she chose really couldn't man up
Meanwhile I'm back on the block getting bands up
Oh mama Oh mama I done fell in love again
But shawty telling me that I'm just a friend
So I'm back on the block again with my Glock again
Rolling up bubba, pouring up the Hen Like

Keep the heat strapped to my chest because heart can get cold
Tried to focus on this little bih she showed me I'm better alone
Miss loving on you old hoes cause now I be texting and lying
Don't double back for me now you gotta be

Keep the heat strapped to my chest because heart can get cold
Tried to focus on this little bih she showed me I'm better alone
I miss loving on you old hoes cause now I be texting and lying
Don't double back for me now you gotta be out yo fuckin mind
Keep the heat strapped to my chest because heart can get cold
Tried to focus on this little bih she showed me I'm better alone
I miss loving on you old hoes cause now I be texting and lying
Don't double back for me now you gotta be out yo mind

Her story wasn't adding up
And I always been good with mathematics
I could never hold my breath for a bitch
Cause I always been a little asthmatic
Sometimes I gotta stop, ask myself
What the fuck would Boosie do
Cause I don't know if these bitches think
They know who I am
Or who the fuck they think they knew
Take her out the hood got her hanging with dealers and robbers
She invite me to brunch we with lawyers and doctors
At night she dancing at Strokers
In the morning we back up for yoga
Got High standards but she stay getting low
Drop to her knees soon as she come through the door
Real bad bitch with a real bad habit
Type bih see it than you know she gotta have it

Keep the heat strapped to my chest because heart can get cold
Tried to focus on this little bih she showed me I'm better alone
I miss loving on you old hoes cause now I be texting and lying
Don't double back for me now you gotta be out yo mind



Credits
Writer(s): Diesel Miyagi
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