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Joanell Amarante
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House
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Ain't been in my feelings
Notice ain't writing no sad songs
Ima drink every drop till the sad gone
I be spending my feelings on fashion
She gone listen and post her reaction
Fuck these niggas they gotta stop cappin
It don't make you my bro cause we dappin
Gang gone make me that paper that napkin
For the culture I blew it at saks fifth
Ima grind in the kitchen then eat it
I can't flirt with this bitch she conceited
She gon post bout the way she was treated
Ima make her ass wanna delete it
Ima roll me a thumb before I beat it
Pussy trash so I dump it and leave it
You just couldn't keep secrets between us
Bitch these yeezys not plain ole adidas
Now I'm busy so schedule a meet up
You must still be at s cause I'm t'd up
On my mom I did not mean to steal ya
I just had to show you who was realer
I'm the real one
That my real cuh
That's my big bro
That's his lil bruh
And we all gang
Yeah we all tuff
Now it's all hush
I'm in my duffle
Startin flexin off a muscle
Make a nigga do the shuffle
I'm in a hustle
Take a shot I'm on a double
M-4 got a muzzle
Means brother in trouble
I ain't listen cause it suck tho
Ima keep that shit a buckle
Plenty bitches get a couple
I'm the turntest in the huddle
I'm less likely in a scruffle
Or these niggas gettin juggled
Skirt the whip without a buckle
I ain't break your back to cuddle
I ain't mean to say I love you
Out in public I don't hug you
Check the score I'm so above you
Nah nah nah nah I don't know you
Pop back out and I'ma show you
Suck it good I gotta owe you
Nah nah nah nah I don't know you
Nah nah nah nah I don't care
Blowing o's in the air
And it stand for over there
For the ones who didn't care
For the ones who didn't yeah
For the post you didn't share
Nah nah nah nah I can't hear
Nah nah nah nah girl I swear
Ain't sympathizing for your fear
Ain't tryna wait another year
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
It's a drink in my hand I should not have it
Ima cover my face in this bape jacket
Fitted up ima drip like the ship
Fresh as fuck ima drip like the titanic
I can do what I want it's a bad habit
Like luka for three ima bad maverick
Don't you talk bout this dick if you ain't had it
Ima fuck up her back make her cat daddy
I just made up this song bout my whole status
Ima break off my boys on they own salad
Ima purchase my princess her own palace
God hand made me this talent
Ones hatin be the main ones average
Big plate for a man my package
Cut the beat if it don't sound like static
No escape when I'm in my baggage
I'm in my duffle
Startin flexin off a muscle
Make a nigga do the shuffle
I'm in a hustle
Take a shot I'm on a double
M-4 got a muzzle
Means brother in trouble
I ain't listen cause it suck tho
Ima keep that shit a buckle
Plenty bitches get a couple
I'm the turntest in the huddle
I'm less likely in the scruffle
Or these niggas gettin juggled
Skirt the whip without a buckle
I ain't break ur back to cuddle
I ain't mean to say I love you
Out in public I don't hug you
Check the score I'm so above you
Nah nah nah nah I don't know you
Nah nah nah nah I don't know you
Nah nah nah nah I don't know you
Pop back out and I'ma show you
Writer(s): Joanell Amarante
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