Uh
Know the way a nigga live on his wack
But you don't get a nigga back like, fuck it
Now you mad and you cursin', you screamin'
Why you actin' like, you know what? Fuck it
But it's mine when we fuckin'
Know them bitches mean nothin'
Is you leavin' or you comin'?
Sands in your stomach
Hit it 'cause you love it
We could run away, runnin'
We be fuckin' 'til the sun start watchin'
Neighbors start listenin'
How was I to know that you was feelin' all different?
Maybe I ain't listen when you said, "I ain't listen"
Then we climax while I'm trippin'
Why you still stressed?
Asked did I do it, said, "Yes"
Bite mark pressed by your neck
Pain in your face
Close enough to smell each other's breath
Both hands grippin' both breasts
Know the way a nigga live on his wack
But you don't get a nigga back like, fuck it
Now you mad and you cursin', you screamin'
Why you actin' like, you know what? Fuck it
But it's mine when we fuckin'
Know them bitches mean nothin'
Is you leavin' or you comin'?
Sands in your stomach
Hit it 'cause you love it
We could run away, runnin'
We be fuckin' all night 'cause you free tomorrow
You be thinkin' I'm with bitches, I ain't see your call
It was nights we was chillin', we ain't sleep at all
Other nights we was fuckin' and we sleep it off
Sad nigga ways give you more reasons
I was tryna put you in four-seater
Probably be cryin' in that four-seater
We could've been together at Four Seasons
You don't hear 'em stressed like that
Where you goin' dressed like that?
How you done just like that?
On to the next like that
Damn, you used to text right back (Brand new)
Devil wear Prada, girl, hell
I was checkin' in to wish you well (Brand new)
Used to have a care, ring the bell
Where you goin' smellin' like Chanel?
Know the way a nigga live on his wack
But you don't get a nigga back like, fuck it
Now you mad and you cursin', you screamin'
Why you actin' like, you know what? Fuck it
But it's mine when we fuckin'
Know them bitches mean nothin'
Is you leavin' or you comin'?
Sands in your stomach
Hit it 'cause you love it
We could run away, runnin'
We was fuckin' 'til the time no matter then
You be thinkin' like, "Damn, why I was mad again?"
Soon as a nigga leave then you sad again
Long ass texts in your bag again
Takin' bitches gas again
Wish we could laugh again
Handprints on your ass again
Couldn't last as friends, you sippin' on that glass again
Daydream 'bout the past again
How you trust that nigga?
How you even touch that nigga?
Man, this shit crazy
How you even have time for her?
Never mind, man, this shit crazy
Good girl bad for a summer
Old pic make a nigga wonder
New pic make a nigga love her
When we get bad for each other?
When we get bad for each other?
Fuck it
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