
What Happened Traxamillion (Ft. Lil Kayla)
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[Intro]
Lil Kayla, what's happenin'?
(Traxamillion)
[Chorus]
What happened? What happened?
What happened? What happened?
I think that bitch just probably mad I hit her baby daddy
I think that bitch just probably mad I hit her baby daddy
What happened? What happened?
What happened? What happened?
I think that bitch just probably mad I hit her baby daddy
I think that bitch just probably mad I hit her baby daddy
[Verse 1]
She mad I put it in his face like a dinner plate
When I call that nigga on his way, he never make me wait
Ever since I let him get a taste, he been goin' cray
And he keep his drama out my face 'cause he know I don't play
And he got a wet bitch, but ayy, bitch, I'm way wetter
I just wanted to fuck him, I ain't mean to upset her
And if she get too loud, then you better go and check her
'Cause my bitches don't play 'bout me, they'll really go and stretch her
Been tryna keep it low-key, but everybody know me
Don't care 'bout what you told me, boy, you gon' have to show me
My new nigga a whole piece, just copped him a cold piece
Them other bitches so weak, you fuckin' with the goalie
Lil Kayla, what's happenin'?
(Traxamillion)
[Chorus]
What happened? What happened?
What happened? What happened?
I think that bitch just probably mad I hit her baby daddy
I think that bitch just probably mad I hit her baby daddy
What happened? What happened?
What happened? What happened?
I think that bitch just probably mad I hit her baby daddy
I think that bitch just probably mad I hit her baby daddy
[Verse 1]
She mad I put it in his face like a dinner plate
When I call that nigga on his way, he never make me wait
Ever since I let him get a taste, he been goin' cray
And he keep his drama out my face 'cause he know I don't play
And he got a wet bitch, but ayy, bitch, I'm way wetter
I just wanted to fuck him, I ain't mean to upset her
And if she get too loud, then you better go and check her
'Cause my bitches don't play 'bout me, they'll really go and stretch her
Been tryna keep it low-key, but everybody know me
Don't care 'bout what you told me, boy, you gon' have to show me
My new nigga a whole piece, just copped him a cold piece
Them other bitches so weak, you fuckin' with the goalie
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