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Sebastian Thomas
Sebastian Thomas
Songwriter
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Skeyez
Skeyez
Producer

Lyrics

How them niggas tell me I fell off Aye When I copped the coupe You know I fucking paid it off Couple bags full of cash Spend it, get it back tomorrow And my bitch, she like Ayesha Say she love the way I ball Aye I got a feeling There's some niggas plotting on me for no fucking reason There's some niggas in my DM tripping, they bitch freed me There's some niggas bitches playin me out of they speakers Say she movin' on with Louie bags and Gucci sneakers You ain't ever answer when I called You was fucking niggas, you a fraud How you love a nigga, fuck a nigga, hide a nigga Man what the fuck is wrong with your heart I know it sound like I'm bragging I been on my ass, asking god when will it happen Used to tell my momma just hold on But nothing happen, shit been embarrassing Man that shit be tragic Niggas ain't with ya till ya havin Bitches ain't with ya till ya baggin Made it out the wood without trappin Lil bruh went to school, I finally seen my momma happy How them niggas tell me I fell off Aye When I copped the coupe You know I fucking paid it off Couple bags full of cash Spend it, get it back tomorrow And my bitch, she like Ayesha Say she love the way I ball Aye I got a feeling There's some niggas plotting on me for no fucking reason There's some niggas in my DM tripping, they bitch freed me There's some niggas bitches playin me out of they speakers Say she movin' on with Louie bags and Gucci sneakers You ain't ever answer when I called You was fucking niggas, you a fraud How you love a nigga, fuck a nigga, hide a nigga Man what the fuck is wrong with your heart
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