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I missed your call and you text me while I'm sleeping
I don't got time right now, I'mma link you on the weekend
Yes, she ripped my heart out my chest, its still beating
Beat the odds, I'm trying my best to get even
I like my food with a little bit of flavor, it gotta be seasoned
Right now I'm so confused, can you tell me the reason
Acting dumb, only cause you ain't think I seen it
Say it once, I'll never repeat myself, because I mean it
So many pictures I had in my phone
It took up storage, I deleted it
I made a thousand bucks by the evening
Tryna change your mind, cause I don't agree with it
I got the swag, brand new shades, vision blurry
I don't use these to look around
Say nothing to your face, off the internet they always looking at the ground
I think its time for a trip, get on Expedia and book one out of town
Why would I trust my bitch, I know how these hoes act when they man not around
Back then I needed help, just had to study, you see I can handle it now
Asswhoopins on the menu, if you got a problem, my nigga, I'm handing them out
On my momma, I got more money than every nigga that talk shit
I asked the plug to front me two, he dropped them shits off so quick
I like the way her lips look, I asked her to give me a soft kiss
I gave it away with no problem, I promise I never lost shit
Where my grabba, think I lost it
Businessman, always chillin in my office
Staying distracted tryna keep my lil mind off this
Call me Bob, The Builder, in two minutes it'll be all fixed
Momma said "boy, don't walk too fast, that's reason ya ass gone fall quick"
I swear she gotta be an Angel Reese, I'm so in love with these tall bitches
Bitch I'm finna be a big shark, why would I beef with the small fishes
Heart racing, I swear to God I can't wait until we all winning
Supporting my dawg and his small business
He ran up a mil and we all witness
Like a present from Santa we all gifted
If my ship bout to go down, I'll fall with
We finna break records, so call Guiness
She told me throw something like Paul
I'm sorry it seems personal, its all business
Heard your tape, yeah, I gave it a small listen
Acrobat, flip it
Pot of crack, my brother whip it
Called your phone, left a voicemail, holler back at me when you get it
Skater boy, she like them tricky
But my weed, I like it sticky
Had a show at three o'clock, I had her gone before two-fifty
I like my food with a little bit of flavor, it gotta be seasoned
Right now I'm so confused, can you tell me the reason
Acting dumb, only cause you ain't think I seen it
Say it once, I'll never repeat myself, because I mean it



Autor(en): Marquis Alexander Copyright: Self Published Through Distrokid



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