(Won't treat you better than me, won't get you wetter than me)
(Won't treat you better)
(Oh, won't treat you better)
I know that you gon' miss the way a nigga rub up on it
I know that you gon' miss the way a nigga touch up on it
No, he ain't doing it like me
No, he ain't eating it like me
No, he don't get it wet like me
I had you soaking up them sheets
You were my day one, even left your lashes on my dresser
But we've gone this far, babygirl I ain't even gon' stress ya
Know I be wrong if I didn't wish you better
But keep it real, girl you know ain't nothing better than me
Won't treat you better than me
Won't get it wetter than me
She want a thug who got feelins', I keep berettas with me
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
I keep this .30 right beside me, you know I'm down to catch a homi'
Don't give a fuck what you did, I'm just mad at the fact
That I gave you all my trust, turned around, got stabbed in the back
I can fuck ya head up, but I ain't like that
But if I wanted to, know I can get you right back
I know you miss having my hands around your neck
With every stroke getting deeper up in your chest
Screaming, beggin "cum inside me"
"I want you inside me"
I know you miss the way I touch up on your body
(Won't treat you better)
(Oh, won't treat you better)
I know that you gon' miss the way a nigga rub up on it
I know that you gon' miss the way a nigga touch up on it
No, he ain't doing it like me
No, he ain't eating it like me
No, he don't get it wet like me
I had you soaking up them sheets
You were my day one, even left your lashes on my dresser
But we've gone this far, babygirl I ain't even gon' stress ya
Know I be wrong if I didn't wish you better
But keep it real, girl you know ain't nothing better than me
Won't treat you better than me
Won't get it wetter than me
She want a thug who got feelins', I keep berettas with me
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
I keep this .30 right beside me, you know I'm down to catch a homi'
Don't give a fuck what you did, I'm just mad at the fact
That I gave you all my trust, turned around, got stabbed in the back
I can fuck ya head up, but I ain't like that
But if I wanted to, know I can get you right back
I know you miss having my hands around your neck
With every stroke getting deeper up in your chest
Screaming, beggin "cum inside me"
"I want you inside me"
I know you miss the way I touch up on your body
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