back to him
Oh, no, no, no, girl, don't fuck with him
We both know exactly how it ends
Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again
Back to him, back to him, no
How many times I gotta tell you?
If he wanted to he would show face
And you know I been there too
Fucking 'round with old news
Fucking 'round with old dudes
Never judge you, baby
If he ain't got the money for a bed frame
He's too broke to take up any headspace
And you can't trust no man who skipping leg day
Drop that dead weight
To you, it's something real, to him, it's physical
He's so predictable, he's so predictable
You tell him how you feel (how you feel), he goes invisible (you gotta)
You gotta show this dick that you've become undickable, no
Oh, no, no, no, girl, don't fuck with him
We both know exactly how it ends
Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again
Back to him, back to him, no
Baby, baby girl, give me the phone (baby, baby)
You know you should leave his ass alone, oh
Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again
Back to him, oh no, no, back to him, oh
(Timbo)
We too close, I know your type
Promise me, no more Geminis, stars did not align
All that for a business major right
Fuckboys are your Kryptonite
And this one is true to the recipe
You gotta switch up the recipe
Honestly, shit is depressing me, no
If he ain't got the money for a bed frame (no)
He's too broke to take up any headspace
And you can't trust no man who skipping leg day
Drop that dead weight
To you, it's something real, to him, it's physical
He's so predictable, he's so predictable (oh, yeah)
You tell him how you feel (how you feel), he goes invisible (you gotta)
You gotta show this dick that you've become undickable, no
(Hey, babe)
Oh, no, no, no, girl, don't fuck with him (no)
We both know exactly how it ends
Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again (hey, babe)
Back to him, back to him, no (no)
Baby, baby girl, give me the phone (no)
You know you should leave his ass alone
Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again (hey, babe)
Back to him, oh no, no, back to him, oh
We both know exactly how it ends
Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again
Back to him, back to him, no
How many times I gotta tell you?
If he wanted to he would show face
And you know I been there too
Fucking 'round with old news
Fucking 'round with old dudes
Never judge you, baby
If he ain't got the money for a bed frame
He's too broke to take up any headspace
And you can't trust no man who skipping leg day
Drop that dead weight
To you, it's something real, to him, it's physical
He's so predictable, he's so predictable
You tell him how you feel (how you feel), he goes invisible (you gotta)
You gotta show this dick that you've become undickable, no
Oh, no, no, no, girl, don't fuck with him
We both know exactly how it ends
Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again
Back to him, back to him, no
Baby, baby girl, give me the phone (baby, baby)
You know you should leave his ass alone, oh
Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again
Back to him, oh no, no, back to him, oh
(Timbo)
We too close, I know your type
Promise me, no more Geminis, stars did not align
All that for a business major right
Fuckboys are your Kryptonite
And this one is true to the recipe
You gotta switch up the recipe
Honestly, shit is depressing me, no
If he ain't got the money for a bed frame (no)
He's too broke to take up any headspace
And you can't trust no man who skipping leg day
Drop that dead weight
To you, it's something real, to him, it's physical
He's so predictable, he's so predictable (oh, yeah)
You tell him how you feel (how you feel), he goes invisible (you gotta)
You gotta show this dick that you've become undickable, no
(Hey, babe)
Oh, no, no, no, girl, don't fuck with him (no)
We both know exactly how it ends
Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again (hey, babe)
Back to him, back to him, no (no)
Baby, baby girl, give me the phone (no)
You know you should leave his ass alone
Oh, no, no, no, don't go back again (hey, babe)
Back to him, oh no, no, back to him, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Blaise Railey, Kyle Buckley, Jackson Lee Morgan, Charles Roberts Nelsen, Blake Straus, Amelia Moore, Jque Smith
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