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Don't make me a promise
You wasting my time
If you ain't Fina keep it
It's something about how she moving her body
She really exotic I might have to keep her
Just hopped off the PJ
We left all the Blickey's inside of the Rover
He say he want problems
We knock down his door like we work for Jehovah
He thought it was over
I lay in my bed
Thoughts in my head
I barley can move
PTSD you take it away when I am with you
I'm racked up you better back up
Make her mad she gone act up
One call she gone pack up
I'm with the gang don't need back up
I really can tell she take care of her body
She shaped like a bottle
She told me she models
She deep in her bag
Got her foot on the gas
She gone hop right on top of it
Ride it full throttle
Miss independent she likes her time alone
I swear that its business
Ain't no other bitches calling my phone
PTSD
I cannot sleep if I don't have my queen around me
PTSD
Nah it don't stand for
Put that shit down on me
Turned up my city they saying I'm next
Got my foot on they necks for a life with no stress
Put up your bet cause you gone be upset
I got tricks up my sleeve I would never confess
Don't make me a promise
You wasting my time
If you ain't finally keep it
It's something about how she moving her body
She really exotic I might have to keep her
Just hopped off the PJ
We left all the Blickey's inside of the Rover
He say he want problems
We knock down his door like we work for Jehovah
He thought it was over
I lay in my bed
Thoughts in my head
I barley can move
PTSD you take it away when I am with you
I'm racked up you better back up
Make her mad she gone act up
One call she gone pack up
I'm with the gang don't need back up
Don't make me a promise
You wasting my time
If you ain't fina keep it
It's something about how she moving her body
She really exotic I might have to keep her
Just hopped off the PJ
We left all the Blickey's inside of the Rover
He say he want problems
We knock down his door like we work for Jehovah
He thought it was over
I lay in my bed
Thoughts in my head
I barley can move
PTSD you take it away when I am with you
I'm racked up you better back up
Make her mad she gone act up
One call she gone pack up
I'm with the gang don't need back up



Writer(s): Austin Semo


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