Jealousy

Hit me up tomorrow
Runnin' out of options
Runnin' into problems
She bring up solutions
Lavender her potion
Aura we got motion
Swimmin' in the ocean
In the open
Puttin' on her lotion
Smell is potent
Somethin' about your look
Got me fallin' in an instant

She out here fuckin' wit a mothafucker
How am I supposed to wife you up then shawty?
I ain't desperate
Beggin' that you want somethin'
You so jealous, just like everybody
I bought bags for you to match all your outfits
Interested in me, but won't do nothin' about it
Imma runaway, Imma runaway
I signed off on the wave that you didn't come with craze

You always mess up
I'm plannin' on it Imma get my boys right soon
I'm waitin' on it, bitch, nobody invited you
And Yetinho next up
Rath is next up
I'm on the fence with your pussy ass get messed up
Poppin pills
I'm signin' wills
I'm addin' skills
Run them deals
The bag is filled with dollar bills
What you wrote in them texts
It wasn't real
Wish you were next to me here so I can tell you how I feel
Play your Rihanna
Say my name
Rolls Royce umbrellas when it rains
I won't change myself
Bet you wanna play
I won't waste no time getting you to come home with me
Imma be your mime cause you always be playing guessing games

She out here fuckin' wit a mothafucker
How am I supposed to wife you up then shawty?
I ain't desperate
Beggin' that you want somethin'
You so jealous, just like everybody
I bought bags for you to match all your outfits
Interested in me, but won't do nothin' about it
Imma runaway, Imma runaway
I signed off on the wave that you didn't come with craze

Shawty met us at the square
Yeah, we linking up
She bring a friend, I bring my boy, so it's even
I want some
But it's kinda odd we gotta steal this opportunity that we got
What you want, what you want with me, isn't what you got
She a liar, she a hoe, you think I forgot
She slatt on her nose and her ass lookin' fat
In them dresses it's unmatched
She look good with them tats
A lil' this, a lil' that
She walk past me with her heels on, I'm attached
She keep playing with my heart, you gonna end up in a pack
Ride it right, but I kick you out when I'm done with your time
Blue eyes, blonde hair with a back, that's my type
That's my right, tell you to fuck off and give me peace of mind
Fuck do I gotta do to get you out of my eyes
I see you with everything I do, I hate it more than I
But a baddie gotta work, so Imma pay you for this time

She out here fuckin' wit a mothafucker
How am I supposed to wife you up then shawty?
I ain't desperate
Beggin' that you want somethin'
You so jealous, just like everybody
I bought bags for you to match all your outfits
Interested in me, but won't do nothin' about it
Imma runaway, Imma runaway
I signed off on the wave that you didn't come with craze



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Writer(s): Aakash Rathee
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