He Think I Love Him

Real hot girl sh-, ah
Ayy

Show a new b- that ain't Megan coded
Show a beat I was on and ain't rode it
If she think she the sh-, I'm the colon
My pen gets gutter, I'm bowlin'
Tina Snow, n- know I'm the coldest
Tell a b-, "Let it go," 'cause I'm frozen
Ask him what I got on, he don't know it
N- ain't had no taste before COVID

I can tell by her wig that she trollin'
When I look at my DM, they on me
Catwalk, b-, I feel like Naomi
The way I play n-, I need me a Tony
Good brain, graduated, top of my percentile
Take it out the chat, I ain't tryna be your pen-pal
Meanwhile, it's a b- on the app right now
Gettin' f-ed over, still braggin' 'bout her body count

Bing-baow, real big bang like a scene gyal
Say he for the streets, get dropped like a single
Runway sh-, I do not do the retail
Stop f-in' rappers, they spill all the details
Every Monday they gon' wait for the freestyle
Call me out once, you do not get a redial
I got grown ass men actin' fetal
I do not spin the block, n-, I reroute

Number one, give a f- what a chart say
Number one, I can't beef with no fan page
Number one who it is, what your man say?
Cat on his eyes, I ain't talkin' no Cartier
B- bubblin' under, no Chardonnay
B- throwin' salt, f- my old bae
Put his name on the bill, he the candidate
It was me with your daddy on Father's Day

These n- just mad 'cause I treat 'em like sluts
Pick 'em up, put 'em down, when I want, so what
H- tweet like a nun but they still gettin' f-
Talk sh- but the freak h- still gettin' cuffed
Jumbo CC when I go out for lunch
He ain't mine if I hear him say, "It costs too much"
Wagyu my beef, I ain't tryna act tough
My name hold weight like I walk around buff, ah



Credits
Writer(s): Jamal F. Jones, Christopher James Gholson, Radric Delantic Davis, Megan Jovon Ruth Pete
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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