Lyrics

That's why I make 'em all silent (all silent) That's why I make 'em so excited (so excited) That's why I say I didn't try in the fire (try, try, try) I be lookin' all stylish She said her boyfriend's bi and he tryna fuck I don't gotta contrive it Is it 'cause I break down when it's piling up? Feet crushed by a mallet Hit a brand new speed, add it to my palette, no talent, uh My nails need a new polish I'll show these motherfuckers how to find sauce in the rough I found it stuck in my crib You hit me online sayin' fuck promises I wouldn't pass that up, said I never did Now I haven't seen the sun in months I can't afford to give a fuck As soon as I get out, we'll get it in So, I better fuck off with the small talk You can save the mileage I poured sauce then it popped off And I made it out here I'm all up in your mentions and I know you 'bout this I'm all over your main thing and he know about us It's gettin' crowded for a nerd like me I need space, rerouting, they reserved my seat Got a new set of rules and they're molding me 'Cause I'm over them now and they over me, yeah I be lookin' all stylish She said her boyfriend's bi and he tryna fuck I don't gotta contrive it Is it 'cause I break down when it's piling up? Feet crushed by a mallet Hit a brand new speed, add it to my palette, no talent (uh) My nails need a new polish I'll show these motherfuckers how to find sauce in the rough
Writer(s): Dylan Brady, Randy Findell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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