She Wants More

I haven't been thinking of myself, when am losing my mind when am thinking about the luv we had, and we share, is deja vu" what am supposed to do after going behind my back still backing my back and texting my friend, called it a blind luv those you ain't fucking around with, but how am i supposed to change my life when you already received the arrival and fucking wit the texts, saying baby I can spend that cash, I give you money, and I buy you car yea" lazy love" fucking wit the bossier last night and I had to sit my queen, asking me for some last plate but how she fucking wit my red bottle. I get it from my wardrobe and girl she still sweet kiss fucking my story and still telling me lies, days we shop for some dinner. I say baby rock it wit the new boston, how you like my color, boy is not late, how you fucking get it, how you fucking smells it, I say baby wait it I say baby buck it and she fucking dig it" she fucking lick it, call it a dos then she cross my heart, lizzy freak get outta the trunk. why she still askin' for more but i ain't no tweens, i smell my bro at the dawson street, just because you fire at the barber wit some cents, she fucking want me to dance with my money she stolen. girl barking at your door, barking at your door wit anxiety, baby come and get it, I been losing it all baby" what you think I am, I try to smile but boy ducking me but em' ducking me, the last time, ain't feelings me. cuz em' make u ride, nigga gotta see me, boy