[Intro]
(Ayoza, you wrong for this shit)
[Verse 1: Enchanting]
Nails long, hair forty inches, hang down to my ass
And I can't never love no nigga the way I love my cash
I'm whipping foreign engineering, two hundred on the dash
It ain't no brakes, 25/8, I'm always on the gas
I'm Gucci-ed down like Radric Davis, paid, I know they hate it (Paid)
Can't fuck with twelve, they try to pull me over, know I'm skating (Skrrt)
Waking up, I'm in the hills, one shot, I really made it
I get you up on the first night, it ain't no bitch I'm dating
Bitches ain't on shit, don't need no lights, my wrist lit
Don't get my way, I throw a fit
Skinny bitch, my pockets thick
Your nigga, he ain't shit, he feed you dick and lies
He been eating me up, his homeboy be his alibi
[Chorus: Enchanting & Big Scarr]
I love things about him, but I don't love him (I don't love him)
And if he ain't trying to spеnd that paycheck on me, then it's fuck him
I gеt what I get out him, then I duck him (Then I duck him)
He go out sad, he spend that bag, I still ain't fuck him
Mmm, woah, I love things about her, but I don't love her (No)
She fuckin' with the opps, I swear, it make it hard to trust her (Woah)
I get what I get out her, I think she love me (She love me)
Please don't get attached, lil' bitch, you know we only fucking (Fucking)
(Ayoza, you wrong for this shit)
[Verse 1: Enchanting]
Nails long, hair forty inches, hang down to my ass
And I can't never love no nigga the way I love my cash
I'm whipping foreign engineering, two hundred on the dash
It ain't no brakes, 25/8, I'm always on the gas
I'm Gucci-ed down like Radric Davis, paid, I know they hate it (Paid)
Can't fuck with twelve, they try to pull me over, know I'm skating (Skrrt)
Waking up, I'm in the hills, one shot, I really made it
I get you up on the first night, it ain't no bitch I'm dating
Bitches ain't on shit, don't need no lights, my wrist lit
Don't get my way, I throw a fit
Skinny bitch, my pockets thick
Your nigga, he ain't shit, he feed you dick and lies
He been eating me up, his homeboy be his alibi
[Chorus: Enchanting & Big Scarr]
I love things about him, but I don't love him (I don't love him)
And if he ain't trying to spеnd that paycheck on me, then it's fuck him
I gеt what I get out him, then I duck him (Then I duck him)
He go out sad, he spend that bag, I still ain't fuck him
Mmm, woah, I love things about her, but I don't love her (No)
She fuckin' with the opps, I swear, it make it hard to trust her (Woah)
I get what I get out her, I think she love me (She love me)
Please don't get attached, lil' bitch, you know we only fucking (Fucking)
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