- Azizi Gibson 5 Page Letter 歌词
- Azizi Gibson
- Prehistoric
Yeah, you know how this sh*t goes How that sh*t goes so tell them (Man tell them) Is she don't run when you run F*ck her my man can’t help it (Just leave her) Put your heart back in your little b*tch *ss chest N*gga don't sweat it (You good) My n*gga I get it (You good) My n*gga I get it You can't sleep at night next to her Say I can’t do it (I feel you) But you can't pay the rent by yourself What the f*ck are you doing (F*ck is you doing) Every time you try to talk her out It feels like you're losing (Feels like you're losing) No point to send no text, she vexed She's stressed, it's gruesome (It's ugly) I kept it chill, I kept it cool, you kept it ruthless You blocked all my paths, drained all my gas Seized all my Movements Got in my brain, multiplied pain You think I'm stupid? (You think I’m stupid?) You think I’m stupid? (You think I'm stupid?) Yeah you’re right You'd be better off by yourself (Just be lonely) Cause I need help, you need help, we all need help I ain't saying this in so long, but when I'm gone (What?) Don’t be writing me no, five page letter Filled with your lies I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy I'm good on your sideways stepping, b*tch you mine And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine So don't write me no, five page letter Filled with your lies I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy I'm good on your sideways stepping, b*tch you mine And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine Jacked up the price Now I think they all know (Oh my god I think I see it) I set a new bar Just so I could dodge yours (Oh my god I think I see it) I'm too hot, not looking for a snow cone I just want a bad b*tch, but they all Instagram ho's I'm good, I'm good Yeah I think I'm finna past by (I'm straight) Sorry I don't want you, b*tch I'm too hype I'm good, I'm good And your attitude is too dry (I'm straight) Sorry I don't want you, b*tch I'm too hype Don't be writing me no, five page letter Filled with your lies I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy I'm good on your sideways stepping, b*tch you mine And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine So don't write me no, five page letter Filled with your lies I'm not that kind, feed it to another guy I'm good on your sideways stepping, b*tch you mine And my comments lined, you ain't help me shine
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