[Intro]
I know that you want me back
Sorry, bitch, I can't have that
My rhyming be explosive
My music turned into hypnosis
Mixing shit up on this track
I know your boy ain't be all that
Slash up your tyres, flat
Get myself into combat
[Chorus]
I know that you want me back
Sorry, bitch, I can't have that
My rhyming be explosive
My music turned into hypnosis
Mixing shit up on this track
I know your boy ain't be all that
Slash up your tyres, flat
Get myself into combat
[Verse 1]
That ain't my girl
But she still hit me up on the phone
Give it a twirl
Let's see if you're really as bad as you say you are
She like a pearl
She should never have to be alone
Hair in a curl
You could notice her from way afar
Ball out, Wayne Rooney
Bitch, I'm Houdini
Hit 'еm with the flow
Make this shit sound real roomy
I ain't еver gotta worry 'bout you boys
Not that I had a choice
Money comes over everything
That, too, ain't a choice
Speakers peaking
You ain't got no feelings
But, girl, you're so appealing
I'm gonna need some healing
Your face don't need concealing
So what the fuck you do that for?
If you ain't 'bout believing
Then let me lead you to the door
[Chorus]
Sorry, bitch, I can't have that
My rhyming be explosive
My music turned into hypnosis
Mixing shit up on this track
I know your boy ain't be all that
Slash up your tyres, flat
Get myself into combat
[Verse 2]
I just wanna know more
Worry 'bout cash no more
Up in the plane we soar
'Boutta blow up some more
Like real ass claymores
Hop out and spend some more
I ain't no ordinary
Please say hello to Carrie
When I am on the TV
Now I'm floating, fairy
[Chorus]
I know that you want me back
Sorry, bitch, I can't have that
My rhyming be explosive
My music turned into hypnosis
Mixing shit up on this track
I know your boy ain't be all that
Slash up your tyres, flat
Get myself into combat
I know that you want me back
Sorry, bitch, I can't have that
My rhyming be explosive
My music turned into hypnosis
Mixing shit up on this track
I know your boy ain't be all that
Slash up your tyres, flat
Get myself into combat
I know that you want me back
Sorry, bitch, I can't have that
My rhyming be explosive
My music turned into hypnosis
Mixing shit up on this track
I know your boy ain't be all that
Slash up your tyres, flat
Get myself into combat
[Chorus]
I know that you want me back
Sorry, bitch, I can't have that
My rhyming be explosive
My music turned into hypnosis
Mixing shit up on this track
I know your boy ain't be all that
Slash up your tyres, flat
Get myself into combat
[Verse 1]
That ain't my girl
But she still hit me up on the phone
Give it a twirl
Let's see if you're really as bad as you say you are
She like a pearl
She should never have to be alone
Hair in a curl
You could notice her from way afar
Ball out, Wayne Rooney
Bitch, I'm Houdini
Hit 'еm with the flow
Make this shit sound real roomy
I ain't еver gotta worry 'bout you boys
Not that I had a choice
Money comes over everything
That, too, ain't a choice
Speakers peaking
You ain't got no feelings
But, girl, you're so appealing
I'm gonna need some healing
Your face don't need concealing
So what the fuck you do that for?
If you ain't 'bout believing
Then let me lead you to the door
[Chorus]
Sorry, bitch, I can't have that
My rhyming be explosive
My music turned into hypnosis
Mixing shit up on this track
I know your boy ain't be all that
Slash up your tyres, flat
Get myself into combat
[Verse 2]
I just wanna know more
Worry 'bout cash no more
Up in the plane we soar
'Boutta blow up some more
Like real ass claymores
Hop out and spend some more
I ain't no ordinary
Please say hello to Carrie
When I am on the TV
Now I'm floating, fairy
[Chorus]
I know that you want me back
Sorry, bitch, I can't have that
My rhyming be explosive
My music turned into hypnosis
Mixing shit up on this track
I know your boy ain't be all that
Slash up your tyres, flat
Get myself into combat
I know that you want me back
Sorry, bitch, I can't have that
My rhyming be explosive
My music turned into hypnosis
Mixing shit up on this track
I know your boy ain't be all that
Slash up your tyres, flat
Get myself into combat
( Sliice )
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