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Deleting Pictures

Jorjiana
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(Ayo, Chef) (Tuned up) Down on my ass, finally made it, I can brag Flyin' to LA, ears pop, but I don't have no tags I'm harder than a bitch like a rock in sand For everybody askin', I- I don't have a man Uh, I can't stand these hoes They wanna book me in private so nobody knows I ain't no secret, I ain't sneakin' and geekin' I don't want the thrill, just creep on the weekends He callin' my phone, like, what is the reason? Uh, uh, I just block that number Put you in the past, I'm deletin' the pictures He drink that cup, now he full of the liquor I know that we grown, so it's all like, what is the issue? Real raw feelings come out, I guess the drunk mind makes the sober thoughts clearer Uh, uh, uh Pour me a cup so I can drink here with you I don't even drink but I'm in my feelings I hate my mind, overthink every picture Stadium arena thought it size of a penny Huh, uh, I keep snappin' it now Mind a blur like my head's in the clouds I wanna be here, but I don't know how They say I don't express my love But that's not true, I just don't give hugs He better bang my line like, "I'm coming back home" Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, I just block that number Put you in the past, I'm deletin' the pictures He drink that cup, now he full of the liquor I know that we grown, so it's all, like, what is the issue? Real raw feelings come out, I guess the drunk mind makes the sober thoughts clearer Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Uh, I told you once, I ain't lookin' for love (Told you once, I ain't begging no more) We keep dishin' out smoke, doctor say I'm collapsin' my lungs (All these drugs, it ain't good for your soul) And the same niggas dissin' some bitches, still live with they mommy (Got some niggas on my side with money) Yeah, you broke as a bitch, what the fuck made him think he could sign me? (Way ahead of you, oh) Made that shit touch her heart, now she ridin' suspended for me, can't play both, better pick her a side (Side) Why they think they could play with us all? Send a blitz and I fuck on his wife (Wife) Ho, stop talkin', just come on and show me (Take it off, baby, show me), baby, shut up and eat it alive Can't stop chasin' this chicken, you know me, hundred ball from a piece of a prize I know you would think I got better rank Act like you romantic, I don't understand it Feel like a marine, I can't feel a thing Jumping, hope they catch me Down on my ass, finally made it, I can brag Flyin' to LA, ears pop, but I don't have no tags I'm harder than a bitch like a rock in sand For everybody askin', I- I don't have a man Uh, I can't stand these hoes They wanna book me in private so nobody knows I ain't no secret, I ain't sneakin' and geekin' I don't want the thrill, just creep on the weekends He callin' my phone, like, what is the reason? Uh, uh, I just block that number Put you in the past, I'm deletin' the pictures He drink that cup, now he full of the liquor I know that we grown, so it's all like, what is the issue? Real raw feelings come out, I guess the drunk mind makes the sober thoughts clearer Uh, uh, uh