[Verse 1]
Hm, yeah aight
Ain't not relations, I'm yo' nigga for the night
I'm her MCM, girl I know that you like me
I know you a dog, you ain't finna bark or bite me
I can't leave without the heat 'cause I feel like a cold nigga
And I'ma need my 500 to get on the phone with you
Bro stop blowin' up yo' bitch phone 'cause I'm at home with her
And Ion give a fuck, I let the homies hit her
I'm a shit talker, I should make my own twitter
And I don't trust nobody but my nigga Smith & Wesson, bitch
I don't really want you I just really want yo' best friend
[Chorus]
Girl don't call my phone (Hm)
We just gotta talk because you don't understand, I cannot be your man
But I been thinkin' 'bout you
Bitch, you ain't worth shit so now it's over with, I'm with another bitch now (Ooh)
[Verse 2]
A nigga play with me, we gone send him to meet Jesus
I been getting hoes since the first grade at recess
Bitch I'm a joint, how are you, nice to meet you
These niggas on the gram so ridiculous
If she bob and weave, that's the only time I'll miss a bitch
Money, head and weed, the only thing I want for Christmas
I'm getting head from the love of someone else's life
And niggas snake the ones they love, so I been thinking twice, nigga
I like my bitch mean, come and join the winning team
If anything, I can never give a wedding ring
You cheat on me, I'ma act a fool off this percy
She just wanna fuck me day and night, early morning
Wish a nigga would, he gone end up in the wood
He come from rich houses, but he tryna claim a hood
He's not listening, turn him to a mystery
You the type to google me then delete all your history
Hm, yeah aight
Ain't not relations, I'm yo' nigga for the night
I'm her MCM, girl I know that you like me
I know you a dog, you ain't finna bark or bite me
I can't leave without the heat 'cause I feel like a cold nigga
And I'ma need my 500 to get on the phone with you
Bro stop blowin' up yo' bitch phone 'cause I'm at home with her
And Ion give a fuck, I let the homies hit her
I'm a shit talker, I should make my own twitter
And I don't trust nobody but my nigga Smith & Wesson, bitch
I don't really want you I just really want yo' best friend
[Chorus]
Girl don't call my phone (Hm)
We just gotta talk because you don't understand, I cannot be your man
But I been thinkin' 'bout you
Bitch, you ain't worth shit so now it's over with, I'm with another bitch now (Ooh)
[Verse 2]
A nigga play with me, we gone send him to meet Jesus
I been getting hoes since the first grade at recess
Bitch I'm a joint, how are you, nice to meet you
These niggas on the gram so ridiculous
If she bob and weave, that's the only time I'll miss a bitch
Money, head and weed, the only thing I want for Christmas
I'm getting head from the love of someone else's life
And niggas snake the ones they love, so I been thinking twice, nigga
I like my bitch mean, come and join the winning team
If anything, I can never give a wedding ring
You cheat on me, I'ma act a fool off this percy
She just wanna fuck me day and night, early morning
Wish a nigga would, he gone end up in the wood
He come from rich houses, but he tryna claim a hood
He's not listening, turn him to a mystery
You the type to google me then delete all your history
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