She Like I’m Like Young M.A

[Intro]
Hm (She like)

[Verse 1]
Why you don't love me? Uh
Why you ain't call me?
Why you insult me?
Why you ain't home? Why you at a party? (I'm like)
Why you with them hoes that be talkin' on the phone
With another man talkin' 'bout they man?
Them hoes that gotta lot of kids
But they ain't got no money and they ain't got no plans? (She like)
I asked you a question, so answer my question
'Cause them the same hoes you impressin'
Type of shit you be on? And you all on your phone
Now, um, who the fuck are we textin' (I'm like)
Girl, I love you
Them hoes is below you, put no one above you
You know what it is
Now take off them pants, let me rub on your bubble

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, uh
Going back and forth like ping-pong
Give her this ding-dong she can go up
I'ma go down like see-saw
This is just us, this is how we are
I am your nigga, and you are my bitch
You never leavin', I ain't never leavin'
Why even trip? (She like)