Love Me

(앨범: 4 The Trenches - 2023)

Uh, I want that bitch to be to the floor, right
Uh, I gotta make that bitch go right to the floor, right
Oh-oh (A1, this shit too motherfucking hard)

Uh, I know you miss all of them bags, yeah
You know you miss my way, I know you doing bad, yeah
I see that stress on all in your face, you lost your ass, yeah
You hurting real life, but happy on the 'Gram, yeah
Huh, you wish he was me
Baby, I'm that nigga and you know that's why you love me
Fucking on your nigga, but you probably thinking of me
Loving on your nigga, feeling like you kissed and hugged me
Mm, mm, you know you love me

When he ain't around, you hit my line and try to fuck me
You miss how I'm hitting, 'member when you used to bug me?
I learned from the trenches, baby girl, how can you judge me?

Mm, mm, I 'member those times, I can't be begin about it
Treat me like your king, baby, I'm not just anybody
The way you moving, it looks like you fuck on anybody
You gotta be Coi Leray, you can't go to any party
Hmm, you wish he was me, but he ain't got no drip
He never sleaze and hurt nobody, we ain't cut like them
He ain't made you cum three times a minute 'cause I don't fuck like him
He ain't who he say he is, he know we know what's up 'bout them
I know he ain't bought you a bag, yeah
Fucking with him, know you're mama mad, yeah
You stuck on your get-back, that's your prayer, yeah

Mm, you know you love me
Mm, you know you wanna come back to me (Hmm)

I know you miss all of them bags, yeah
You know you miss my way, I know you doing bad, yeah
I see that stress on all in your face, you lost your ass, yeah
You hurting real life, but happy on the 'Gram, yeah
Huh, you wish he was me
Baby, I'm that nigga and you know that's why you love me
Fucking on your nigga, but you probably thinking of me
Loving on your nigga, feeling like you kissed and hugged me
Mm, mm, you know you love me

When he ain't around, you hit my line and try to fuck me (Fuck me)
You miss how I'm hitting, 'member when you used to bug me? (Bug me)
I learned from the trenches, baby girl, how can you judge me? (How can you judge me?)
Mm

She drunk off Tequila, off a shot, tryna kill him
He with three different bitches, different colors, look like skittles
You 'posed to do him like school, tryna early dismiss him
I'ma nail him, so I drill him
Mixed with Ghana, I'm that nigga
How can you judge me? (Judge me)
This the eighth time you came in, got it like I sold weed (Sold weed)
You can lean on me like a bottle filled with coffee
You my Zolida, that baby boy, that nigga acting like he Jodi
He treats you like a slave, like you Kunta or Utobi (Kunta or Utobi)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Couldn't be my best, you not my type
The way I beat it up, you know it could be a crime (It culd be a crime)
You know that I'm a true to it with a thousand lies
You know, no, no, uh-uh
We do shit up, wipe them vans off the wall (Wall)
You know that I'm a trench real baby
But this music can save me
When you with that nigga, know you always thinking of me (Thinking of me)

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh