[Intro: Kap G]
Why the fuck this bitch texting my phone?
You're not my girlfriend
[Chorus: Kap G]
I just took a flick with your girlfriend
I been kickin' shit with your girlfriend
I just smoked a blunt with your girlfriend
I think that I'm done with your girlfriend
All up in my business, she been lurkin'
I've been tryna to tell her bye, it ain't workin'
I think that I'm done with your girlfriend
I just smoked a blunt with your girlfriend
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
You shouldn't have let her out if you don't trust your girlfriend
She say she roll swishas so I let that girl sit
I don't need your bitches 'cause I got my own hoes
Prince of my city and she [?]
Run it up, run it, run it like Jackie Jones
She told me sign her titties and I never folded
I can't lie, that ass curvy like macaroni
I might hit you if she throw it at me, back and forth
By the waitress, keep on bringin' Aces by the cases
Then it's time on the AP, pass it to her, tell her face it, that's your problem
This your night and she gon' never get ignored
Why you mad at me? I ain't even let her in
I ain't even know that's your girlfriend
But I could kill the pussy like I'm Persian
She like the tats on my face like Birdman
Know I stay in my bag, nigga, Birkin
Why the fuck this bitch texting my phone?
You're not my girlfriend
[Chorus: Kap G]
I just took a flick with your girlfriend
I been kickin' shit with your girlfriend
I just smoked a blunt with your girlfriend
I think that I'm done with your girlfriend
All up in my business, she been lurkin'
I've been tryna to tell her bye, it ain't workin'
I think that I'm done with your girlfriend
I just smoked a blunt with your girlfriend
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
You shouldn't have let her out if you don't trust your girlfriend
She say she roll swishas so I let that girl sit
I don't need your bitches 'cause I got my own hoes
Prince of my city and she [?]
Run it up, run it, run it like Jackie Jones
She told me sign her titties and I never folded
I can't lie, that ass curvy like macaroni
I might hit you if she throw it at me, back and forth
By the waitress, keep on bringin' Aces by the cases
Then it's time on the AP, pass it to her, tell her face it, that's your problem
This your night and she gon' never get ignored
Why you mad at me? I ain't even let her in
I ain't even know that's your girlfriend
But I could kill the pussy like I'm Persian
She like the tats on my face like Birdman
Know I stay in my bag, nigga, Birkin
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