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(الألبوم: March Madness - 2018)


Why the fuck you got so much to ask?
So much to say? Bitch this ain't class
Fuck out my way, no we won't last
Always got a problem making good go bad

Bitch I ain't finna play with you
No, I ain't finna stay with you
If the world end, I won't spend the last day with you
We was friends, fucked around for a day or two
And we fucked, I ain't planned on dating you
But, I did; I kinda regret it
It's funny knowing good things fall like Tetris
You tryna test it? I don't even count you as an ex
Dry your eyes so you can find your exit
I cussed you out twice, didn't send my message
Almost pressed send, but I keep on stressing
I would probably call you, if you learned your lesson
When it all boil down, leave yo' dumb ass guessing

Why the fuck you got so much to ask?
So much to say? Bitch this ain't class
Fuck out my way, no we won't last
Always got a problem making good go bad

If you would just listen, play your position
You would know that everybody ice don't glisten
I would love, but my heart went missing
Late nights, tryna rip your extensions

'Member back then, it was joy
I was still a rude boy, but the money ain't came with it
You was my yiki, I stay with it
When I lost hope, you was tryna be bae with it; Bitch that's out
Then, you tryna say we ain't fuck, bitch that count
So, why you blowing up your momma and your grandma house?
And I ain't never in my damn life ate you out
If I did, I would break out
Know your hoe ass probably getting banged out by hella niggas
Your pussy got space now
You's a dumb ass hoe, you was fucking with the other side too and shorty wanna bust dates now?
It's too late, bitch you bust like a tre pound; pussy lips show
And every nigga in the hood cut-steakhouse
Wan' kiss? Why the fuck you tryna make out?
Fuck love, shit I'll rather find a safe route

Why the fuck you got so much to ask?
So much to say? Bitch this ain't class
Fuck out my way, no we won't last
Always got a problem making good go bad

If you would just listen, play your position
You would know that everybody ice don't glisten
I would love, but my heart went missing
Late nights, tryna rip your extensions

Why the fuck you got so much to ask?
So much to say? Bitch this ain't class
Fuck out my way, no we won't last
Always got a problem making good go bad

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