Omg

Oh My God
You gotta be kidding me
I Hope Not
Like bitch, is you feelin' me
Take my time
I don't wan be ya enemy
I lose sleep when she not by my side
Is it safe to say this do not feel right?
I done took a left turn, I should've went right
Gettin' sick of fallin' for these bitches
These damn hoes
Fuckin' with me only for the money
You fan hoes
When we talkin' bout the opps(the opps?), you know we flare those
Me and Devy back to back
I promise we don't plan those(we don't plan those)
Why the fuck she keep callin' me bro, you not my man's hoe
Heard you wanna party right?
Come to Melly Land hoe
If you talkin' spicy right(hot hot), you gon need a fan hoe
Yeah that money be my bitch(yea yea), let me count my bands though
If you talkin' spicy right(hot hot), you gon meet a fan hoe
And yeah that money be my bitch, let me count my bands
Oh My God
You gotta be kidding me
I Hope Not
Like bitch is you feelin' me
Take My Time
I don't wan be ya enemy
I lose sleep when she not by my side
Oh My God
You gotta be kidding me
I Hope Not
Like bitch is you feelin' me
Take My Time
I don't wan be ya enemy
I lose sleep when she not by my side



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Writer(s): Roemello J Lane
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