Letras
She playing my songs wit her hands up
Saying its romantic
What you gotta lie for now
I dont wanna see you out there dancing
Tryna find a man for the plan
All for the clout
When he hit your phone
You dont answer
Claiming he a cancer
And you tryna cut him out
I can tolerate all the scams
Cuz you cheating on yo mans what im saying
Is baby dont lie tew me
Its fucked up
Its not ramantic
Seeing you out there
Its not hot
Baby not cool
Tell me the truth just tell me what this is
And ill tell you what its not
Stop it my pockets is rotten
Moths on the inside
When i come around i shine in yo eyes
Yeah its fine bitch
I dont wanna slide
He dont know when hell be gone again
Its not fine
Lets get wontons and
Swanton bomb
Right on top my bed set
Funny all the time you can find
If you catching feeling you should cut that
She said cut it out of me
No maam
Playing all my songs with her hands up she panics
He wont find out
Why you always saying im romantic
Knowing hes yo man im a fan
Come and get it out of me
Its romantic you aint gotta lie
Why you gotta lie
Why you gotta
Why you gotta lie to me