Lyrics

I know that she feeling herself I can tell Just by the way that she flipping her ha-hair L'Oréal Like how the fuck do you fit in them jeans bae what the hell? She in my head like melody replay your smell Toseina pink or red I can't see I can't tell (sip away sip away) Only the future can help You look more fine when I'm not around want you all to myself You too buddy buddy with your boy friends say I'm toxic (oh well) Pretty model little titty swear they like the size of my hand We don't really talk much she comprised of the highlights of her gram Up late night I got my brain fried but you want replies on demand Hope you still know I'm the man This hussle put your size 5's in the sand I put your toes in the beach Just back 'nother show in a week I been here 5 minutes now you crying say you miss me 'for I leave I know you don't wear CDG but you always rock your heart on your sleeve Bitch you harder than me, armadillo skin artillery I'm on my last energy, swear the bitch she my arch enemy I think we lost synergy forget that when she arch into me Bitch please put it on my face, like you the type to make a spar intimate Rolled up in these silk quilts like my raw papers you my carcinogen Inhale, exhale to my face ain't no way that I pass you again I see you back back back outside and you doing better than ever Some shit that you keep to yourself how you fit in them HM's impressive forever I hope that you feel like a diamond today and tomorrow 'cause shawty you pressure I know that she feeling herself I can tell Just by the way that she flipping her ha-hair L'Oréal Like how the fuck do you fit in them jeans bae what the hell? She in my head like melody replay your smell Toseina pink or red I can't see I can't tell (sip away sip away) Only the future can help You look more fine when I'm not around want you all to myself You too buddy buddy with your boy friends say I'm toxic (oh well)
Writer(s): Dachi Adamia, Oliver Richardson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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