lil momma
7I don't know who this bitch thinks she's playing I get to wandering around I'll get up on da bull shit flip the script them boys you fuckin wit aint shit off to ur ex house get shower be bk in a hour bitxh you got me ficked up Yeah. You really thought this was a game? You out here playin’ checkers with a chess piece. Checkmate, lil' mama. [Chorus] I don’t know who this bitch thinks she’s playin’ Keep on talkin' all that noise, keep on sprayin’ I get to wanderin' around, I’m on that bull Trigger on the script, yeah, I give that bitch a pull Them boys you fuckin’ wit? Man, they ain't shit Weak links in the chain, they don't never fit Pullin' up to the ex house, washin' off the fake Be back in an hour—watch the ground start to shake. [Verse 1] You got me fucked up, thinkin' I’m the one to ghost Now I’m the one you’re seein’ when you’re lookin’ at the post I’m a phantom in the streets, I’m a ghost in the machine You chasin’ after pennies while I’m stackin’ up the green Flip the script? Nah, I burned the whole book Gave you the world, but you only wanted the look Now you’re stuck with the scrubs, livin' life in the dirt While I’m washin' off the drama, ridin' clean through the hurt. [Verse 2] Them dudes you with? They’re just placeholders, right? Tryna fill a void with a flicker, not a light I’m at the ex’s spot, gettin' right, gettin' clear The only thing I’m droppin' is the rearview mirror No more lookin' back, no more checkin' the time You’re a footnote, honey, I’m the whole damn rhyme See me in an hour? Nah, see me in the lights While you’re down in the gutter havin' mid-grade fights. [Outro] (Water running, fading out) Hour's up. Soap and water wash away the cap. Don’t call. Don’t text. I’m out.
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7I don't know who this bitch thinks she's playing I get to wandering around I'll get up on da bull shit flip the script them boys you fuckin wit aint shit off to ur ex house get shower be bk in a hour bitxh you got me ficked up Yeah. You really thought this was a game? You out here playin’ checkers with a chess piece. Checkmate, lil' mama. [Chorus] I don’t know who this bitch thinks she’s playin’ Keep on talkin' all that noise, keep on sprayin’ I get to wanderin' around, I’m on that bull Trigger on the script, yeah, I give that bitch a pull Them boys you fuckin’ wit? Man, they ain't shit Weak links in the chain, they don't never fit Pullin' up to the ex house, washin' off the fake Be back in an hour—watch the ground start to shake. [Verse 1] You got me fucked up, thinkin' I’m the one to ghost Now I’m the one you’re seein’ when you’re lookin’ at the post I’m a phantom in the streets, I’m a ghost in the machine You chasin’ after pennies while I’m stackin’ up the green Flip the script? Nah, I burned the whole book Gave you the world, but you only wanted the look Now you’re stuck with the scrubs, livin' life in the dirt While I’m washin' off the drama, ridin' clean through the hurt. [Verse 2] Them dudes you with? They’re just placeholders, right? Tryna fill a void with a flicker, not a light I’m at the ex’s spot, gettin' right, gettin' clear The only thing I’m droppin' is the rearview mirror No more lookin' back, no more checkin' the time You’re a footnote, honey, I’m the whole damn rhyme See me in an hour? Nah, see me in the lights While you’re down in the gutter havin' mid-grade fights. [Outro] (Water running, fading out) Hour's up. Soap and water wash away the cap. Don’t call. Don’t text. I’m out.