M.O.B
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches tryna suck my dick
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches gonna lick the tip
I need a bad bitch, fuck relationships
It's fuck that last bitch, Cause really that hoe ain't shit
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches tryna suck my dick
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches gonna lick the tip
I need a bad bitch, fuck relationships
It's fuck that last bitch, cause really that hoe ain't shit
I need a thot cause obviously You ain't the bitch that I need
It's fuck your feelings bitch I'm feeling different, the way I felt a month ago done changed I can't look at you the same
Memories flood my brain But I can't be with you cause shit will never be the same
No we ain't the same, nah I gave you everything
Should've stayed loyal, you would've had a wedding ring
But I can't fuck with you like that
Bitch you stabbed me in my back
But I ain't tripping bout that, i gotta call them hoe's back
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches tryna suck my dick
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches gonna lick the tip
I need a bad bitch, fuck relationships
It's fuck that last bitch, cause really that hoe ain't shit
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches tryna suck my dick
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches gonna lick the tip
I need a bad bitch, fuck relationships
It's fuck that last bitch, cause really that hoe ain't shit
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches gonna lick the tip
I need a bad bitch, fuck relationships
It's fuck that last bitch, Cause really that hoe ain't shit
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches tryna suck my dick
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches gonna lick the tip
I need a bad bitch, fuck relationships
It's fuck that last bitch, cause really that hoe ain't shit
I need a thot cause obviously You ain't the bitch that I need
It's fuck your feelings bitch I'm feeling different, the way I felt a month ago done changed I can't look at you the same
Memories flood my brain But I can't be with you cause shit will never be the same
No we ain't the same, nah I gave you everything
Should've stayed loyal, you would've had a wedding ring
But I can't fuck with you like that
Bitch you stabbed me in my back
But I ain't tripping bout that, i gotta call them hoe's back
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches tryna suck my dick
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches gonna lick the tip
I need a bad bitch, fuck relationships
It's fuck that last bitch, cause really that hoe ain't shit
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches tryna suck my dick
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six How many of you bitches gonna lick the tip
I need a bad bitch, fuck relationships
It's fuck that last bitch, cause really that hoe ain't shit
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Writer(s): Riley Cagle
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