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Fucking with my head little whore
I wanted you wanted more
Can't even see straight
Bitch out the door
I wanted you wanted more
You look badder than Brakence
Watching my moves
I know you watching me move
Got me under surveillance
I took her home
I take her home for the one time
Now she undressing

Fast forward
Bitch, I'm progressin'
No, don't you hit me up, I'm gone now
Don't hit my phone
Nah, don't need your fake affection

Head, little whore
I wanted you, wanted more
Can't even see straight
Bitch out the door
I wanted you, wanted more
You look badder than Brakence
Watchin' my moves
I know you watchin' me move
Got me under surveillance
I took her home
I take her home for the one time
Now she undressin'

Better run away from me
Told you I break everything I touch
You fix everything
But you can't fix the mess of me, I'm done
And all these cigarettes
Memories I can't forget
I'm lost in this nicotine
THC, and Kerosene [?]
When I see your face
Fall down to my knees, I pray to God
That this isn't real
I don't wanna fuckin' feel no more

Head, little whore
I wanted you, wanted more
Can't even see straight
Bitch out the door
I wanted you, wanted more
You look badder than brakence
Watchin' my moves
I know you watchin' me move
Got me under surveillance
I took her home
I take her home for the one time
Now she undressin'
Head, little whore
I wanted you, wanted more
Can't even see straight
Bitch out the door
I wanted you, wanted more
You look badder than Brakence
Watchin' my moves
I know you watchin' me move
Got me under surveillance
I took her home
I take her home for the one time
Now she undressin'

Thought I was done
Thought I was finished
If you oppin', go hang from the ceilin'
I see that nigga in public, I'm moppin'
The Glock 45 steady, bussin' and droppin'
These other lil' niggas
That say that they poppin'
But they popped on, the ground hear 'em stoppin'

From the ceilin'
Hang from the ceilin'
Hang from the ceilin'
Hang from the ceilin'
Bitch, you can hang from the ceilin'
Hang from the ceilin'
Hang from the ceilin'
Hang from the ceilin'
Hang from the ceilin'
Hang from the ceilin'
Hang from the ceilin'
Hang from the ceilin'

Head, little whore
I wanted you, wanted more
Can't even see straight
Bitch out the door
I wanted you, wanted more
You look badder than brakence
Watchin' my moves
I know you watchin' me move
Got me under surveillance
I took her home
I take her home for the one time
Now she undressin'