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A.S.M
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ali Monir
Songwriter
Lyrics
I guess you wonder where I've been
I searched to find a love within
I came back to let you know, Where you been
That I'm thankful for you and
I don't know if I can take it any longer
Every tI'me I cheat I make it stronger
I came back to let you know, that I'm thankful for you
Where you been where you at
I don't know if I can keep it up any longer
Any longer cheat to make her stronger
Where you been where you at where you going now
That's the shit she gon' ask until she know it now
She gon jump ship
Man the motto still be fuck it (yeah)
Ain't no mother fuckin' man make me grab my chain and tuck it (yeah)
I'd rather die with that shit on man just bust it (yeah)
Told that lil' bitch to make me bust (make me bust)
I ain't came here for love I came here just for the lust (for the lust)
Man my bitch so dead stock that she filled up with rust (up with rust)
And my bitch so dead stock she ain't ever been touched
And she ain't never been fucked, and she never been cuffed
And I don't get why the fuck your bitch she want to be a slut (yeah)
But it don't matter anyway 'Cause she gon' take my nut
And I don't take no breaks
Even when I'm sick I record when my nose is stuffed
Yeah
"Cause I'm just tryna live it up
Take that boys lil' bitch she gon suck it up
Told that bitch to take his wrist off
Man I'm ballin like I'm kristap
Fuck so hard I need a damn pit stop (yeah)
Hit her with my nut I never ever missed (never missed)
I was probably nappin' that's why I got missed calls (I got miss)
If I didn't answer the first like why you call a hundred tI'mes
She didn't get the hint so I gotta tell her through my rhymes
Yeah, tell em' through my rhymes
Hopefully my ex listening 'Cause if she is I'm tryna hit one more time
Where you been where you at
On my phone I got like ninety nine missed calls
Lot of people telling' me that somethin' been off
Like whatchu mean dog, Dwalk always been on
Always dressin' better mix it up Celine Dion
EverytI'me I post that's another person pissed off
I'm just tryna get my team and ball like I'm Chris Paul
Lookin' at my name I see like way too many diss songs
But they ain't never seen no digits in their bank account
And everytI'me I drop a song I always flush em' out
Like in this music you my son you better watch your mouth
'Cause if I see you swear to god that I'mma gonna cross you out
And when I'm talkin' christian always talkin dior
Thinkin' bout my family friends wishin' I could see more
But this money not gonna make itself
I can do it by myself
Don't invite me to no parties tryna pay my cable bill
Care to stand still 'Cause I'm tryna build for bigger wealth yeah
Bad bitch from vancouver yeah (bad bitch)
She gonna give me head I don't need a tutor yeah
Give my bitch a gun and I turn her to my shooter yeah
Big titty like it hooters yeah
Ride ride ride me like a scooter yeah
Yeah her best friend turned into my sex friend
I don't even really like her when the sex end (demn)
I got a lot of damn confessions
Really hope she don't look through my messages
Matter of fact she ain't gonna ever seen them messages
'Cause if she do she gonna learn a damn lesson
Take these boys to school they gonna learn a lesson
You can't play the man who the one finessing
She know that I cheated but she not gonna stress it
I dont know if I can keep it up any longer
Any longer, cheat to make her stronger
Where you been where you at, where you going now
Thats the shit she gonna ask until she know it now
She gon jump ship, man the motto still be fuck it (yeah)
Aint no mother fuckin man make me grab my chain and tuck it (yeah)
I'd rather die with that shit on man just bust it (yeah)
I never fucked a bitch with the intention to cuff her
And she ain't never understand my plan but I told her to trust it
'Cause I was makin music in my basement since the streams were nothin
Never hatin, never hatin even on them fuck boys (yeah)
She send location, yea never mind just use them fuck toys (yeah)
'Cause who the fuck would drive that far just for pussy
In that tI'me I could probably run up a hundred cookies, yeah
'Cause I'm just tryna live it up
Take that boys lil bitch she gon suck it up
Told that bitch to take his wrist off, man I'm ballin like I'm kristaps
Fuck so hard I need a damn pit stop
Hit her with my nut I never ever miss tho (never missed)
I was probably nappin that's why I got missed calls (I got miss)
If I didn't answer the first like why u call a hundred tI'mes
She didn't get the hint so I gotta tell her through my rhymes
Yeah
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