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BEVERLY HILLS
Doechii
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It's done it's dead I'm not hitting him up anymore
Talk that **** I'ma talk it
Get your **** 'fore I walk in
No more fits 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that **** I'ma talk it
Get your **** 'fore I walk in
No more fits 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost
Sick of yeah
Waking up to piss all in the bathroom
Straight up yeah
Thinking 'bout another life without you
Fed up yeah
You never really were my type
Straight up yeah
But let me talk my **** tonight
Talk that **** I'ma talk it
Yeah
Get your **** 'fore I walk in
Okay
No more fits 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
And you lost
Talk that **** I'ma talk it
I talk
Get your **** 'fore I walk in
When I walk in
No more fits 'bout to lock in
But let me talk my ****
Had that grip and you lost it
Too broke To be so argumentative
I'd rather curse you out somewhere in Beverly Hills
You don't
Recognize who you is
You missing out on rent could compromise where we live
And I won't
Try to brag in your ear
But everytime you speak I'm just interpreting fear
It's hard
It's hard so hard so hard oh
You must be mad if you think I'ma laugh at the **** ass jokes that you're talking
You should be glad that I ain't breaking the glass that you bought last year for my birthday
I do big things I got big plans I got big dreams need a real man
You down real bad if you think I'ma not talk-talk how I walk that walk
Too broke
To be so argumentative
I'd rather curse you out somewhere in Beverly Hills
You don't
Recognize who you is
You missing out on rent could compromise where we live
And I won't
Try to brag in your ear
But everytime you speak I'm just interpreting fear
It's hard
It's hard so hard so hard oh
Sick of
Tossing over crumbs in my silk sheets
Straight up
You're thinking 'bout another girl and not me
Fed up
I never really was your type
Was I
Yeah
But baby talk your **** tonight
Talk that **** I'ma talk it
Get your **** 'fore I walk in
No more fits 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that **** I'ma talk it
Talk-talk
Get your **** 'fore I walk in
Walk-walk
No more fits 'bout to lock in
Lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Too broke
And every sigh is a sign of the times
Find time to get high get away from a bad vibe
A fine line between a ho and a dime
I'd die if I tried being caught on your sidelines
You drive by in the car that I bought
That I bought
You get by on the way that I walk
That I walk
You're down bad if you think I'ma not talk-talk how I walk gotta walk that walk
So ooh
Talk that **** I'ma talk it
Get your **** 'fore I walk in
You don't
No more fits 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
And I won't
Talk that **** I'ma talk it
Get your **** 'fore I walk in
It's hard
No more fits 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost