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Who the fuck do you think you is? Cheatin'-ass nigga woulda gave and give Takin' two Ls straight, I could never see it That's an LLC, but that's none of my biz I said who the fuck are you? (Let me know) I'm not finna sit right here and argue You actin' like a whole mo-motherfuckin' Mario Swear to God you ain't got all your marbles This that don't call my motherfuckin' phone no more You want that bitch? Then you can have that ho (Oh yeah) Only time you seeing me now it's through a slideshow Tried to ride for you, but man, you drive too slow (Skrrt) So it's fuck you, I'ma just start off fresh And I ain't even really the type of bitch to flex But it's a exorcist when I walk past these niggas 'Causе all them niggas just turn around and break they nеcks You picked the silent treatment, since your phone on silent Shut the fuck up, man, just be quiet (Shhh) Everything ain't about you, this ain't no island All I hear is, "Aye-aye" like a fuckin' pirate And that's why you can't get no respond to your text Gender reveal, he just here for the sex You can be a nigga whole twenty-six alphabets And that nigga gon' still pick the ex On my life when you fucked that bitch, I couldn't understand how a nigga so bold (How?) When I done got your dick way harder than some motherfuckin' McDonald's fries when they cold SongtexteHeart so froze, I done put that ass in a L like a motherfucker touchin' they toes Just for you to cheat with a force ass bitch who only wanna pic for relationship goals? Ayy, pause, man, back it up I packed your bags and they packed as fuck If I ever see you while I'm out with my new nigga, I'ma grab his dick while he smack my butt I moved on 'cause I'm too grown and I can't pick up, nigga, I'm so sorry I got so many different niggas now, he saved my number under Lori Harvey, ayy Many, many, many, many, many, many, many How many niggas on my line? Got many How many niggas I decline? That's many How many commas in my account? Uh, many How many commas I'ma use? Um, plenty Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey He sneakin' out the house like a mouse, call Disney Two can play this game, motherfucka, I'm litty When a nigga act Mickey, then you gotta have Minnie, uh Please, stop likin' my pics I know this lil' pussy you miss (Ah) You left me for a new bitch then realized shawty shit smell like fish (The fuck?) My upgrade lookin' delish, he eatin' this pussy, chef's kiss (Come on) I'ma ride his dick like Ciara then pop a pussy, that's Sierra Mist, ayy I ain't never trippin' on a weak-ass bum that say he with the guys, with the lies-ass nigga And all these bitches on my page resembling white people Kool-Aid, like why so bitter? These hoes hate hard but be fans (Huh?) Worried I'ma take they mans (Huh?) She logged in his page just to block me at nine but that nigga unblock me at ten Bitch, think again (Bitch, think again, bitch, think again, bitch, think again) (Bitch, think again, bitch, think again, bitch, think again, bitch, think again) Many, many, many, many, many Yeah, I got many, yeah, I got many Bitch, I got many Yeah, I got many (Yeah, I got many, yeah, I got many, yeah, I got many, yeah, I got many) Yeah, I got many I said, "Bitch, I got many" Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey Niggas so Mickey These niggas so Mickey But, bitch, I'm feelin' picky Aus Songtexte Mania