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Eryxse
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Say you need time
Girl I get it don't trip
Been a minute admit it
My heart ain been the same since
When you calling it's snowing
It's getting colder than a bitch
And it's fuck everybody
But then again I'm on the fence
See I know I make mistakes
Give me time I'll make it Right
I'm always in the wrong
When I'm with it's alright
And I make straight hits
Now My exes wanna side
They ain get a damn thing
Only worried bout mine
I ain worried bout my ex
Because I'm making new shit
Had to switch up make a bag
Now we eating Ruth Chris
This a new four-five with a drum
New stick
Give a fuck bout you
Lemme count blue strips lil bitch
I ain worried bout my ex
Because I'm making new shit
Had to switch up make a bag
Now we eating Ruth Chris
This a new four-five with a drum
New stick
Give a fuck bout you
Lemme count blue strips lil bitch
See I'm next up
Flexed up
Bitch get yo check up
Never play games
But this bitch got me messed up
I got her new Birkin now
Shawty don't know how to act
She emotionless killing me
Ain the worst but it bad
Member nights at my mommas
We fell asleep on the couch
Member nights with no promises
Where you at I need A vouch
It was good without a problem
But it's steady going south
Say we over No we isn't
Don't let Over leave yo mouth
Say you need time
Girl I get it don't trip
Been a minute admit it
My heart ain been the same since
When you calling it's snowing
It's getting colder than a bitch
And it's fuck everybody
But then again I'm on the fence
See I know I make mistakes
Give me time I'll make it Right
I'm always in the wrong
When I'm with it's alright
And I make straight hits
Now My exes wanna side
They ain get a damn thing
Only worried bout mine
I ain worried bout my ex
Because I'm making new shit
Had to switch up make a bag
Now we eating Ruth Chris
This a new four-five with a drum
New stick
Give a fuck bout you
Lemme count blue strips lil bitch
I ain worried bout my ex
Because I'm making new shit
Had to switch up make a bag
Now we eating Ruth Chris
This a new four-five with a drum
New stick
Give a fuck bout you
Lemme count blue strips lil bitch
I got problems admit it
I'm getting better I promise
I'm tryna make it to the top
So I can brag to momma
Saying momma I made it
They dropping hearts in my comments
And all the haters be hating
And all these bitches be faking
And all my brothers staying real
This shit a wish like a comet
I'm finna leave her do the dash
Just like a period comma
Make a hit we finna blow up
Bitch I feel like Osama
We hit the Hondas with hunnas
Then put the hunnas in Hondas
I'm screaming fuck you bitch
Cuz ion need yo love
This shit ain nun
Fuck it up
You got me looking above
I be praying never wishing
You ont fall out of love
We have a fight let's work it out
Like fuck that pushing and shoving
We burning bridges taking cities
Ain nobody gon touch us
We at the top jus like a game
And ain no bitch that's above us
I need yo heart let me take it
And take it slow ain no rushing
Grab my keys let's take a trip
I love yo face when you blushing
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