purseonalee

Look here, baby
You hitting them corners too goddamn fast
You need to slow this motherfucker down
You understand?

Swerve
I mean, curve, um
Had to kick that lil bitch to the curb, ugh
Found out she tryna fuck up my word
She belong in the earth in the dirt
Don't take it personally
(So tight, me likey, me likey)
But yeah it works for me
Don't take it personally, yeah, yeah, yeah

How did we become so jaded?
Ugh, imitating niggas like Jada, uh
Acting like we ain't god's favorite, ha
It's so foul, it's flagrant
And it's hurting me
Baby, baby, baby, baby
I take it personally
Yeah, it's hurting me

She a person
Go deep
Go deeper even when you're hurting
Cursing?
Watch how you talk to me, huh?
I'ma take it personal
They realize error, cast spellbound
Only after tryna capitalize on how to earn some of us margins
Wrong again, this ours rightfully owned
Quick brown Fox jumps over the lazy mongrel
Weathered wings may falter, kept the change for Ra's will
Feathered springs in Autumn
Hoppers pulled up on demand
Can't save you, y'all goners
Makeshift with the hostel, tossing
It's been written as such, opossum
Remember that, hostage, hostage, hostage

Yeah whatever, motherfucker



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Writer(s): Alfredo Esparza, Imani Taylor
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