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MY BILLS PAID NOTHING LEFT FOR THE WEEK IF HE FAKE A LIFE FOR IG LET HIM FREE THESE TIG TIG BIDDIES GOT HIM NICE FOR A BEAT I TALK BACK HA HA PREACH Know I let u clap but I don't like u like that I am not the one baby pls don't get attached Pls don't call my phone tryna get me all alone I got issues going on & I don't need u involved I need space but he want all of me Introvert B is what he told me Believe me you don't really know me Believe me I've been so unholy I turn tables on a playa if he don't want fire He just want fame to be the main provider Its nice when they know you But the timing so off Been hinting at the smoke so I popped MY BILLS PAID NOTHING LEFT FOR THE WEEK IF HE FAKE A LIFE FOR IG LET HIM FREE THESE TIG TIG BIDDIES GOT HIM NICE FOR A BEAT I TALK BACK HA HA PREACH Holy shit, who told you to spit game without no Pre-warning Girl you remind me of me, only younger And I smoke way more weed Its that uso sound and we get it like Baby don't sit down, gotta get it right And the full moon bring the freaks out at night They know me by my first name I ain't gotta try They just be acting thirsty when I'm in the line Mm And I'm off all that shiz, run up in the store like I endorse that b She making moves I eat up all that shiz Call it whatever, just don't call it quits I mean call it whatever babe Baby, papi, donny, Shawty See me and bea got plenty problems but just know that MY BILLS PAID NOTHING LEFT FOR THE WEEK IF HE FAKE A LIFE FOR IG LET HIM FREE THESE TIG TIG BIDDIES GOT HIM NICE FOR A BEAT I TALK BACK HA-HA PREACH MY BILLS PAID NOTHING LEFT FOR THE WEEK IF HE FAKE A LIFE FOR IG LET HIM FREE THESE TIG TIG BIDDIES GOT HIM NICE FOR A BEAT I TALK BACK HA-HA PREACH
Writer(s): Beatrice Imelda Monique Pei Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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