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It's made in Paris Set boundaries, I can't swing back, I know shorty wants her lick back We coulda done resorts and wristbands, but girl, you messed up Stay prepared, shorty don't be scared 'bout where we'll end up And don't give up that pussy, I'll defend us, surrender White flaggin', we're sharin' the spliff straight white ashin' Book your nail appointment, I like them long and ratchet This gyal are over saturated, but you got some balance These girls do the most, but you don't seem to follow fashion She don't understand a lot, but likes to play it rough Used to playin' games, I told her I can call your bluff And when she started lyin', bro, I thought I had enough Try to play me like a fool, I had to get my lick back And she try to ask me for breakfast, I was eatin' kit kat I shrugged my shoulders, nod and said, "Remember take your things back" I told her, "Girl, I couldn't give a fuck, just make it quick" (quick) I got a plan, a life to live, I said, "You make sick" I went and told her don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't cry I looked, and I said, "Oh, oh, oh, oh" I said, "Oh, oh, why?" And this is why wanna leave her (why wanna leave her) She got me stressin' like I got a fever, fever I went and told her don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't cry (I said, I said don't cry) It's cool, take my lead, I hope you give and don't take from me We argue, then we're fuckin', I think this girl's made for me Hennessy and Sage, we're on another frequency How's it mind over matter when you're on my mind frequently? Milkshake Oreo, she know my porter-folio We're livin' unorthodox like Juliet and Romeo Hold me close, girl, let's do it over, we can't overdose And if you're home alone, I'll be your plus one, no one knows I can be your plus one, shit. I need, I need a plus two If you make me feel like you deserve it, I might want you (I might want you) Gotta go rethink back when you didn't even And now I gotta let her know that you ain't won't be the one, boo I went and told her don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't cry I looked, and I said, "Oh, oh, oh, oh" I said, "Oh, oh, why?" And this is why wanna leave her (leave her) She got me stressin' like I got a fever, fever I went and told her don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't cry, yeah
Writer(s): Parris Ikuomola, Joel Antwi Boasiako, Rome Myers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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