Текст песни Therapy - JANE HANDCOCK

I'ma give it to you
I'ma give it

I'ma give it to these niggas how they want it
They don't never gotta question if I'm on it
Hate a broke nigga askin' if I'm horny
It's a summer-type, summer-type, summer-type flow
I got that shit that to serenade when you lonely
But, baby, why you tryna be my one and only?
Gotta work, I got bills, I be hungry
Matter fact, I got a flight in the morning
Mm, that's that work
I don't wanna lie to you, even if it hurt (Hurt)
I ain't catchin' feelings, baby, I'ma catch a bird (Bird)
I'ma cut this out 'cause I see some hoes is nervous
I might knock some bitches out, that's why I don't hit the club
Smilin' 'til I ain't, then it was what it was
They be on the 'Gram and I don't really give a fuck
Showin' what you got is really bootsie to me, bruh
I'm a fly-ass chick with a slick-ass mouth
Raised in The Rich but I trained in The South
Came right back, a new bitch came out
Came right back, Goku came out (Damn)
This don't even need a motherfuckin' hook (Fuckin' hook)
Summer takin' over, we gon' get 'em shook (We gon' get 'em shook)
Coco told me, "Sis, never ease up"
I might give you somethin' different every season

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