FFL
My bitch looking pissed, I think she means trouble
Fight, fuck, love; three words but damn I still love her
You can take all the drugs that you want babe
But that ain't gon fill the void of your pain babe
I'm done
How you gon say that you trust me and then you run away from me
Trust issues gon' gimme a fuckin' heart attack
Just because of you, I feel like I'm around hella of rats
But I'm stacking up my racks
Taller and taller, like I'm kinda reach my max
Fuckin' with the gang, that can teach you not to lack
Five shots, cupid shuffle, and that shows me you all are cap
And one more thing, I'll stomp out with my max
Curve stomp a hoe, stomp a bitch, or 11 in my Mac
She tryna touch all on me, and I'm like why you do that?
Then I get I call from your hoe, she saying that you ain't all that
My bitch looking pissed, I think she means trouble
Fight, fuck, love; three words but damn I still love her
You can take all the drugs that you want babe
But that ain't gon fill the void of your pain babe
I'm done
How you gon say that you trust me and then you run away from me
Trust issues gon' gimme a fuckin' heart attack
Just because of you, I feel like I'm around hella of rats
Fight, fuck, love; three words but damn I still love her
You can take all the drugs that you want babe
But that ain't gon fill the void of your pain babe
I'm done
How you gon say that you trust me and then you run away from me
Trust issues gon' gimme a fuckin' heart attack
Just because of you, I feel like I'm around hella of rats
But I'm stacking up my racks
Taller and taller, like I'm kinda reach my max
Fuckin' with the gang, that can teach you not to lack
Five shots, cupid shuffle, and that shows me you all are cap
And one more thing, I'll stomp out with my max
Curve stomp a hoe, stomp a bitch, or 11 in my Mac
She tryna touch all on me, and I'm like why you do that?
Then I get I call from your hoe, she saying that you ain't all that
My bitch looking pissed, I think she means trouble
Fight, fuck, love; three words but damn I still love her
You can take all the drugs that you want babe
But that ain't gon fill the void of your pain babe
I'm done
How you gon say that you trust me and then you run away from me
Trust issues gon' gimme a fuckin' heart attack
Just because of you, I feel like I'm around hella of rats
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Writer(s): Respect G
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