Polyamorous (feat. Justina Valentine) - Remix

(This beat fire)
(Bye Jake and Jared)

DND my phone, when they call, don't answer it (hello?)
They call me the G.O.A.T., I don't complain, but I just ran with it, uh (hey)
Why would you give your heart to me?
You know I would damage it (hey, you knew the – I would)
I told that – that I don't cheat, I'm polyamorous (brr, I'm polyamorous)
You – that –, she way too thick, no, you can't handle it (hey)
That – broke, he lost his bread, no, he can't manage it (no, he can't, no)
I got a new –, she spiritual, got a amethyst (special – this kind)
I put in that work, the bread come first like I'm makin' sandwiches (yeah, wait, you do sandwiches?)

He, he ain't got no motion, he can't hang with us (no, he can't)
Keep a pipe, keep my circle tight and keep them Ks with us (keep them, grrah)
I'm at the club, snow bunny –, she doin' angel dust (huh, hey, hey, hey, hey)
–, don't spill what's in my cup, this sh– can get dangerous (hey)
Got a – from France, got a – from Spain (yeah, yeah)
They speak different languages, I can't make it up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Flew 'em out, was a round trip, had to tell them –es they can't stay with us (grrt, brrt, wow, yeah, yeah)
Shorty bad as –, got a BBL, but ain't no chasin' her (grrt, brrt, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Please don't hit my line if ain't money, –, I'm hangin' up (woo)

DND my phone, when they call, don't answer it (hello?)
They call me the G.O.A.T., I don't complain, but I just ran with it, uh (hey)
Why would you give your heart to me?
You know I would damage it
I told that – that I don't cheat, I'm polyamorous (brr, I'm polyamorous)
You –in' that –, she way too thick, no, you can't handle it (hey)
That – broke, he lost his bread, no, he can't manage it (no, he can't, no)
I got a new ho, she spiritual, got a amethyst (special – this kind)
I put in that work, the bread come first like I'm makin' sandwiches (yeah, wait, you do sandwiches?)

He give me that bread, then give me that m–, I'ma go weed it up
He nibble my ear like Tyson, I swear, I let him beat it up
I let him suck after we –
Ain't know which way to go
I tell him be cool, Casa Azul
I'm bringing a gang up (let's go)

Do nothing, sir, wall of my curves
I let him eat the hors d'oeuvres
No, I ain't kidding, leave it smitten
Making this – go purr
I know he a dog, but I'm that –
So I'ma follow the code (okay)
My hot club, we in a jet
So I'm on airplane mode (Hello?)

DND my phone, when they call, don't answer it (hello?)
They call me the G.O.A.T., I don't complain, but I just ran with it, uh (hey)
Why would you give your heart to me?
You know I would damage it
I told that – that I don't cheat, I'm polyamorous (brr, I'm polyamorous)
You – that –, she way too thick, no, you can't handle it (hey)
That – broke, he lost his bread, no, he can't manage it (no, he can't, no)
I got a new –, she spiritual, got a amethyst (special – this kind)
I put in that work, the bread come first like I'm makin' sandwiches (yeah, wait, you do sandwiches?)

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Writer(s): Robinson Michael Andre
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