Ok... Whatever

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Yeah, uh, picking up my phone until my phone ring You told me don't trip, you doing your own thing And I let you have it, yeah, alright, okay She know I like bitches who like bitches She know I'm gon' leave if I feel she can't grant my wishes Last night, I hit like three bars up wit' yo' friends Afterwards, I left with one, we committed sins I know she a gold digger, I know she gon' hit up some of her old niggas She know I'm gon' hit up some of my old flings I just got that text like, "Come outside and put it on me" Tryna make your toes curl, you said that you tired of having your soul bleed She stay Russian cream, tryna roll a Russian Cream Said you tired of fucking wit' fuck boys, then why the fuck you fuck wit' me? 'Cause I ain't shit, I fell in love wit' your best friend Other week, I put it down and we had sex at the West End And she told me how y'all talked and you used to brag about my dick And I hope that you find out 'cause I know it's gon' make you sick So slick, this the type of shit that make your soul flip Wait on no bitch, shit ho, I don't even own Ricks Yeah, uh, picking up my phone until my phone ring You told me don't trip, you doing your own thing And I let you have it, yeah, alright, okay I let you have it, girl, I let you have it She know I like bitches who like bitches She know I'm gon' leave if I feel she can't grant my wishes Last night, I hit like three bars up wit' yo' friends Afterwards, I left with one, we committed sins Okay, whatever, fucking on somebody wit' some moves don't make you better Like to see you try to step out like you did wit' me Could have had your way, but now you're right back to the streets And there's nothing out there for you I'm the one that always kept it player for you The one that head back to the lair wit' you Nobody else was playing fair for you Yeah, I like bitches who bring bitches and they friends One thing about it, we ain't never played pretend Fucking with a star, you never let me forget I'm always the one that you say you gon' end up wit', but you got it, girl Yeah, uh, picking up my phone until my phone ring You told me don't trip, you doing your own thing And I let you have it, yeah, alright, okay I let you have it, girl, I let you have it She know I like bitches who like bitches She know I'm gon' leave if I feel she can't grant my wishes Last night, I hit like three bars up wit' yo' friends Afterwards, I left with one, we committed sins I know she a gold digger, I know she gon' hit up some of her old niggas She know I'm gon' hit up some of my old flings I just got that text like, "Come outside and put it on me" Tryna make your toes curl, you said that you tired of having your soul bleed