You be like (huh) Why she gotta like all of your posts? Why you in there posin' with them hoes? And I be like, damn though Why you in there goin' through my phone? Bitch I told you take your ass home And you be like That ain't, that ain't, none of my business That ain't, that ain't, none of my biz And I be like (gon' then)
Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then (gon' do it) I'ma let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then (gon' do it) I'ma let you stress yourself out Move over to the next, pull the best out This ain't no test 'Cause baby if it was you would have to confess
That you don't know shit Do you babe? You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah I see the molly got you gone 'Cause you don't know shit Do you babe? You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah You be gettin' wrong answers I'ma move on to a slow dancer
Baby I'm all about your pussy But your pussy really ain't gon' make me chill, is it? Lookin' at you like, oh really? (Oh really?) Havin' real hair, that don't make you real, can I Hit you with the sauce in the mornin'? I put this fuckin' meat right on your grill, baby I'll show you the stroke, put you on it I'll show you how to make some fuckin' real paper, like Oh, oh, I be cookin' too much not to eat If you ain't helpin' me get on my feet Then let's see how your shit do in the streets I be like ooh, ooh You say you gon' key up all my cars That ain't nothin' but a paint job But when all my bad bitches show up at your job I'ma look at you like
Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then (gon' do it) I'ma let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then (bitch you must be stupid) I'ma let you stress yourself out Move over to the next, pull the best out This ain't no test 'Cause baby if it was you would have to confess That you don't know shit Do you babe? You be gettin' wrong answers You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah I see the molly got you gone
'Cause you don't know shit Do you babe? You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah You be gettin' wrong answers I'ma move on to a slow dancer
You be like, why's he on that lame shit? And I be like, you be on the same shit On the 'Gram with that stupid Boomerang shit You need to stop it with the games, bitch, yeah What did you think was gon' happen? All you do is push a nigga off ya Sittin' at the crib with a dry dick Now I can't think of nothin' more awful, baby You be poppin', poppin', poppin' You be poppin', ho You be poppin' for them niggas at the night show, baby Just boppin', boppin', boppin' (yeah, you be boppin', ho) But you be all up in my business, shit, I might go crazy now How 'bout you worry 'bout that shit somewhere else? Stop askin' me 'bout them bitches in there Won't you go find out that shit for yourself? 'Cause I don't give a fuck, I don't care 'Cause I'mma tell ya 'Cause I'mma tell ya
Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then (bet you won't do it) I'ma let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then (bet you won't do it) I'ma let you stress yourself out Move over to the next, pull the best out This ain't no test 'Cause baby if it was you would have to confess
That you don't know shit Do you babe? You be gettin' wrong answers You be gettin' wrong answers I see the molly got you gone 'Cause you don't know shit Do you babe? You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah You be gettin' wrong answers, aww yeah I'ma move on to a slow dancerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
