Outside Looking In
If your new man cant beat me in a fight
Then you still mine (you still mine)
I'll do anything for another chance
Need a chill vibe (a chill vibe)
And you cant find another nigga like me
In real life (in real life)
And if you ever want real love again
I know what it feel like, yea
She just wanna go outside
Know she love the night life
Hookah, sections, crew love, flexin, true enough
Sendin drunk texts, shorty cool
But she beefin with her best friend
Bout a dude that they both used to be sexin
Had a 3some he caught her on the exit
Went through his phone and she saw the whole message
That's why she dont mess with men that's why she turned lesbian
Then went back bisexual same state that she met me in
Right back to the streets like some kind of pedestrian
No more love and hip hop
She watchin ESPN
Yea she play niggas like a sport
We wasnt even married why it feel like a divorce
I know you with somebody but I still feel like im yours
I'm still cool with your mama and I still feel like I want more
Know she love the night life
Hookah, sections, crew love, flexin
Hallelujah yea yea
Hallelujah yea yea
Hallelujah yea yea
Here we go
Say she wanna know what's happenin on sex slave
I, hope I can trust you like you trust me
Just don't look at me different on the next day
I, I pray to God that you don't judge me
It was this girl that I dated before
She used to trick and pay for more
And everything was great of course
Until she started hatin on the things I posted on the net
She tried to tell me take it off I said hell no you ain't my boss
And then she pulled up to my house
And then she spray painted my door
I came outside she skated off it was too late
I can't go off and then she blocked me no contact
I aint know where she lived
Then she reached back out to fly in on the weekend
So I pulled up on her at the telly got a envelope with money
Tryin to tell me that she sorry I ain't hearin it
Im thuggin then I drag her by her neck into the bathroom by the tub
And then I tell her open wide
And say sorry a hundred times then I
Then I
Then I
Then I
Then I
Then I
Then I
Then I
Pissed in her mouth
Pissed in her mouth
Pissed in her throat
Pissed all around
Pissed in her mouth
Pissed on her face
Pissed in her throat
How does it taste yea
Then you still mine (you still mine)
I'll do anything for another chance
Need a chill vibe (a chill vibe)
And you cant find another nigga like me
In real life (in real life)
And if you ever want real love again
I know what it feel like, yea
She just wanna go outside
Know she love the night life
Hookah, sections, crew love, flexin, true enough
Sendin drunk texts, shorty cool
But she beefin with her best friend
Bout a dude that they both used to be sexin
Had a 3some he caught her on the exit
Went through his phone and she saw the whole message
That's why she dont mess with men that's why she turned lesbian
Then went back bisexual same state that she met me in
Right back to the streets like some kind of pedestrian
No more love and hip hop
She watchin ESPN
Yea she play niggas like a sport
We wasnt even married why it feel like a divorce
I know you with somebody but I still feel like im yours
I'm still cool with your mama and I still feel like I want more
Know she love the night life
Hookah, sections, crew love, flexin
Hallelujah yea yea
Hallelujah yea yea
Hallelujah yea yea
Here we go
Say she wanna know what's happenin on sex slave
I, hope I can trust you like you trust me
Just don't look at me different on the next day
I, I pray to God that you don't judge me
It was this girl that I dated before
She used to trick and pay for more
And everything was great of course
Until she started hatin on the things I posted on the net
She tried to tell me take it off I said hell no you ain't my boss
And then she pulled up to my house
And then she spray painted my door
I came outside she skated off it was too late
I can't go off and then she blocked me no contact
I aint know where she lived
Then she reached back out to fly in on the weekend
So I pulled up on her at the telly got a envelope with money
Tryin to tell me that she sorry I ain't hearin it
Im thuggin then I drag her by her neck into the bathroom by the tub
And then I tell her open wide
And say sorry a hundred times then I
Then I
Then I
Then I
Then I
Then I
Then I
Then I
Pissed in her mouth
Pissed in her mouth
Pissed in her throat
Pissed all around
Pissed in her mouth
Pissed on her face
Pissed in her throat
How does it taste yea
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Carroll, Sy Ari Brockington
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