Ooh

I changed your name in my phone just to make it work

And it did just a little bit

I told myself you ain’t shit just to ease the hurt

And it did just a tintsy bit

But no matter what I do

Can’t stop thinking bout you

I don’t know what it is

Tell me what I gotta do

Just to

Get over it

Me and my high friends hit the club

I threw back a shot and now I’m good

Ooh Gonna get over it

Called my girl

Cause he’s here

Over there

In the chair

In the cut

Sipping something

Fuck he’s staring now

It was then

Everything

Memories

Flooding in

I begin

Taking notes of all my recall

Cause he’s so nonchalant my ass

Kicked him to thе grass

Praying for this booty mass

It’s in my past

So I leave it in my past

Leavе it in my past

Leave that shit up in my past aye

But he don’t wanna do it

I told you baby if you bout it gone and prove it

I pick and choose call it exclusive

Plus i’m that bitch so if i say it I’ma do it aye

Take the upper hand I’m moving one up

Living good

Feeling well

All the way up

I told his hating ass shut-up

I got cha nose haters

They can’t smell the come up aye

I’m a big girl

Always use the big stall

I like my hair long

And really big balls

Young venusian yeah

I’ll romance your pants off

Costco fan I’m yelling Kirkland bitch not Voss

Cut nigga dirty nails

I told him get lost

My parents split but yo shoutout the pairs

Rick Ross

Copper in my cervix

I’m a rebel with a damn cause

At’ing all you dingy politicians you can get lost

Aye aye aye

Aye aye aye

Aye

Aye

Okay

I know you bitches hungry but my asshole 86

Reaching all my goals you sucking plethoras of dicks

Started black and white fuck up your psyche

Call it mixed

Trina reconvene but heres my ass give it a kiss

Cause I got the pretty ass face with the back fat

I’m on a mission best bet that I won’t text back

Slipped and called me baby

I said stop let’s correct that

And while I’m talking shit

You so dusty like ass-crack

Uhh okay I’m done

All up on me like Mary

Like I birthed his only son

Yeah the words you spit

They smell like shit

Your vocal needs some gum

Peeped you feenin

I was dreaming

Yo pass me the fork ya done bitch