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Baby now tell me why you all up on my body

You had told me that you wasn't fucking with nobody

Now you mad cause you can't get no sorry outta me

I'll diss you and yo mother disrespectfully

Tell me why you always love lying to me

I see that you want a reaction from me

You tryna fix what's broken, juss let it be

I see that I'm still in your head rent free (nah)

(Hold up listen up)

You told me you wanted me to come through

She not tryna fall in love, she fucking with the whole crew

I can't be stressin' bout you and you know that

I took a L but you know that I bounced back

I fucked his girl and she knows that she loved it

We playing my music and she sayin this shit hit

When I shoot my shot, you know damn right I don't miss

I'm talking my shit on the beat, this ain't no diss

Bitch close your mouth, don't speak, you smell like piss

Please stop asking me questions, this ain't no quiz

I let her taste, now she begging for more

I can't give her my love cause that girl is a wh***

Sleeping good with dreams of going on tour

I came from nothing, I was sleeping on floors

She needed new clothes, I put her in Dior

(Run It Back)

Baby now tell me why you all up on my body

You had told me that you wasn't fucking with nobody

Now you mad cause you can't get no sorry outta me

I'll diss you and yo mother disrespectfully

Tell me why you always love lying to me

I see that you want a reaction from me

You tryna fix what's broken, juss let it be

I see that I'm still in your head rent free (nah)

You talk shit bout me, then you wan' call me back

I really don't get it, I ain't fucking with that

Stop acting bipolar, bitch make up your mind

Nah fuck all that shit, you just wasting my time

You are bop, yeah, you get passed around

I know what you did when you went out of town

I've been through so much, can't no one bring me down

Keep talking crazy, I'll run up them rounds

La qualité de mes chansons est élite

Je ne dors pas, je travaille tout la nuit

Je marche pas seul, j'ai toujours mon équipe

Je veux pas d'amour, mais une Patek Philipe

J'aime mon argent, j'en reçois tous les jours

Je l'aime beaucoup mais il doit être bleu

Nous sommes conscients en marchant dans ces rues

Elle m'appelle, elle veut de nouvelles chaussures

Don't fuck around with me, bitch you gon' see

You gon' shed blood, I ain't talking nosebleeds

I met this French girl, yeah, she was a dime

She had pretty eyes and her body so fine

She cant be compared, yeah, she one of a kind

Sadly I had to go, I was there for one night

Baby, don't trip, nah, I don't wanna fight

I'll be back real soon, Ima hop on a flight

Yeah, hold on, fuck it up, baby let's turn up

We can make that money, yeah, run them numbers up

Now I'm popping off, nah, you see this ain't no luck

I can't catch no case, so I keep my glizzy tucked

Baby now tell me why you all up on my body

You had told me that you wasn't fucking with nobody

Now you mad cause you can't get no sorry outta me

I'll diss you and yo mother disrespectfully

Tell me why you always love lying to me

I see that you want a reaction from me

You tryna fix what's broken, juss let it be

I see that I'm still in your head rent free (nah)