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Know the way a nigga livin' was whack Told 'em get a nigga back like—fuck it Now you mad and cursin' and you screamin', why you actin' like— You know what? Fuck it But it's mine when we fuckin' Know the bitch mean nothin' Is you leavin' or you comin'? Said it's in your stomach Hit it 'cause you love it, we could run away We be fuckin' 'til the sun start watchin' Neighbors start listenin' How was I to know that you was feelin' all different? Maybe I ain't listen when you said I ain't listen Do we climax or I'm trippin'? Why you still stressed? Asked did I do it, said "Yes" Bite marks, prints by your neck Pain in your face, close enough to smell each other breath Both hands grippin' both breasts Know the way a nigga livin' was whack Told 'em get a nigga back like—fuck it Now you mad and cursin' and you screamin', why you actin' like— You know what? Fuck it But it's mine when we fuckin' SongtexteKnow the bitch mean nothin' Is you leavin' or you comin'? Said it's in your stomach Hit it 'cause you love it, we could run away We be fuckin' all night 'cause you free tomorrow You be thinkin' I'm with bitches, I ain't see your call It was nights where we was chillin', we ain't sleep at all Other nights we was fuckin' and we sleep it off Say a nigga way give you more reasons I was tryna put you in four seater Probably be cryin' in that four seater We coulda been together at Four Seasons You don't hear 'em stressed like that Where you goin' dressed like that? How you done, just like that? Forward to the next like that Damn, you used to text right back (Brand new) Devil with Prada girl heel I was checkin' in to wish you well (Brand new) Used to have to carry the bell Where you goin' smellin' like Chanel? Know the way a nigga livin' was whack Told 'em get a nigga back like—fuck it Now you mad and cursin' and you screamin', why you actin' like— You know what? Fuck it But it's mine when we fuckin' Know the bitch mean nothin' Is you leavin' or you comin'? Said it's in your stomach Hit it 'cause you love it, we could run away We be fuckin' 'til the time no matter then You be thinkin' like, "Damn, why I was mad again?" Soon as a nigga leave, then you sad again Long-ass text, in your bag again Takin' bitches gas again Wish we could laugh again Hand prints on your ass again Couldn't last as friends, you sippin' on that glass again Daydreamin' 'bout the past again How you trust that nigga? How you even touch that nigga? Man, that shit crazy How you even have time for—nevermind Man, that shit crazy Good girl, bad for summer Old pick make a nigga wonder New pick make a nigga love her When we get bad for each other? When we get bad for each other? Fuck it Aus Songtexte Mania