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Letras
[Verse 1]
What is this love and war?
He know that I love him, got him fucking me raw
He know I ain't with it, never did it before
He got me all in my feelings
Now he got you all in yours
[Verse 2]
It's like that
He ain't never leaving or he coming right back
I know that he need it 'cause shorty gon' bite back
And he don't want nobody else hitting it like that
[Verse 3]
Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby
Hopefully, we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, you don't leave on your own
[Verse 4]
Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby
Hopefully, we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, you don't leave on your own
[Verse 5]
I just want him blessing me
I don't want your bag, give your best to me
Shorty got the bread and the recipe
He already know it, why she testing me?
[Verse 6]
I'm so fly, I rock Margiela
I won't die till I get better
Money and clout won't get me wetter
I need real love, I need hella
[Verse 7]
(Before I die)
[Verse 8]
Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby
Hopefully, we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, you don't leave on your own
[Verse 9]
I just want him blessing me
I don't want your bag, give your best to me
Shorty got the bread and the recipe
He already know it, why she testing me?
[Verse 10]
I'm so fly, I rock Margiela
I won't die till I get better
Money and clout won't get me wetter
I need real love, I need hella
[Verse 11]
(Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby)
[Verse 12]
Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby
Hopefully, we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, you don't leave on your own
[Verse 13]
Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby
Hopefully, we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, you don't leave on your own
[Verse 14]
I just want him blessin' me
I don't want your bag, give your best to me
Shorty got the bread and the recipe
He already know it, why she testing me?
[Verse 15]
I'm so fly, I rock Margiela
I won't die till I get better
Money and clout won't get me wetter
I need real love, I need hella
[Verse 16]
(Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby)
Written by: Che Ecru