Fuck you
Them hoes too
Your text won’t come through
Can’t focus on you
Yeah babe
You're old news
Ah
Play games I play too
I was weak once for you
It’s your loss
Yeah I’m through
You can blame that on you
Fuck you
Them hoes too
Your text won’t come through
Can’t focus on you
Ah
You're old news
Ah
Play games I play too
I was weak for you
It’s your loss
Yeah I’m through
You can blame that on you
No way
I’d stay
Caught up on in the rain
Kiss my ass
It’s your bad
That I’m feeling this way
He can have all the hoes
I want cash my neck froze
He want pain
Gave it to em
Don’t fuck with him no more
Now he want love
My hearts cold
When my feeling involved
Got no time to chase hoes
Cuz I Got better things to do...
Like stack my bread
Til it don’t fold
Fuck with my head
Take yo hoe
Leave you with nothing exposed
Show you how
This shit gon go
Don’t care if you overdose
Medicine on all the floor
Bet you won’t call my phone no more
Won’t hear from you when you a corpse
Threw my feeling away oh
Hurt me so bad I don’t know
If I should leave you on the floor
Or I should kill you myself
Fuck you
Them hoes too
Your text won’t come through
Can’t focus on you
Yeah babe
You're old news
Ah
Play games I play too
I was weak once for you
It’s your loss
Yeah I’m through
You can blame that on you
Fuck you
Them hoes too
Your text won’t come through
Can’t focus on you
Ah
You're old news
Ah
Play games I play too
I was weak for you
It’s your loss
Yeah I’m through
You can blame that on you
Can’t play no games
With him
Nah nah
Used to want love but now
That Feelings gone nah...
Used to ride or die
Used cry cry
Every night by myself
You’d come back
I know
You fucking with hoes
Make up on your shirt I know
What I smell that ain’t cologne
La vie est belle Lancome
That ain’t mine
I dont know
What that is
Smell like some roses
Give up a beautiful life
To play with hoes and your nose
You were my corazon
Then switched on me oh
Gave you my heart
Played a game with Fifa
Now On fuego...
Hurt me can’t fuck
With you No
Ain’t got no heart
Fucking cold
I spit a bars these niggas can’t
They wishin they sold they soul
Fuck you
Them hoes too
Your text won’t come through
Can’t focus on you
Yeah babe
You're old news
Ah
Play games I play too
I was weak once for you
It’s your loss
Yeah I’m through
You can blame that on you
Fuck you
Them hoes too
Your text won’t come through
Can’t focus on you
Ah
You're old news
Ah
Play games I play too
I was weak for you
It’s your loss
Yeah I’m through
You can blame that on you
Oh