Lyrics

I'm dealing with feelings like a mother fucker Can't bring it up, gotta keep it undercover Nowadays, got to hustle if you want a lover Fuck a chance, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker I'm dealing with feelings like a mother fucker Can't bring it up, gotta keep it undercover Nowadays, gotta hustle if you want a lover Fuck a chance, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Fuck a chance bitch, we ain't no ants bitch You building hills while I'm trying to build a sandwich You think you special, yo ass ain't even hand picked They all get a ride, guess yo ass an ambulance I get no semblance of peace in yo answers Your horoscope always saying you cancer Even strippers pep you when you enchant them What's your excuse? I done been your financer I see the signs and I had clues Mother, brother, sister, father say you bad news Standards higher than the hairs on a statue Leave me sick when we talk like it's achoo I talk with you, I'm never talking at you Would you return the favor if I said I'd catch you Preaching gospel, don't even know a Matthew The way I see it, I never should've staffed you, for real I'm dealing with feelings like a mother fucker Can't bring it up, gotta keep it undercover Nowadays, gotta hustle if you want a lover Fuck a chance, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker I'm dealing with feelings like a mother fucker Can't bring it up, gotta keep it undercover Nowadays, gotta hustle if you want a lover Fuck a chance, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker I blame me, I do the same things I learned the lesson, when you're shooting keep your aiming Never settle cuz that kettle get you flaming All the same Peter Parker, call it Sam Raimi Fucking's nice but I got to keep my taming Simping out from the way that you lay me But still Street Fight like Ryu and Cammy Can't even say it right cuz I'm so angry It's hard to meet someone that's right for ya Someone that fights for your rights and what's right for ya Don't even like what you like but they like with ya They wanna build a life and then make a life with ya Instead of picking all the fruit that was ripe with ya Y'all arguing but they still fight the fight with ya The kind to let you have the first and last bite with ya If you the type, let me come and spend the night with ya Cuz you the one I'm dealing with feelings like a mother fucker Can't bring it up, gotta keep it undercover Nowadays, gotta hustle if you want a lover Fuck a chance, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker I'm dealing with feelings like a mother fucker Can't bring it up, gotta keep it undercover Nowadays, gotta hustle if you want a lover Fuck a chance, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker Keep scrolling, keep scrolling past a mother fucker
Writer(s): Frederick Jenkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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