I swear I don't miss you
I wanna just f*ck you
Then leave yo crib so you don't get in trouble
You said you single
That nigga still love you
He pop out while I'm chilling with you
I ain't scared but I'm grippin a tool
Niggas act stupid when they see they losing
Imma just leave let me go flip a P
Imma be back baby don't fall asleep
Choppa sing like Kurt from glee
Choppa sing I shoot at his feet
Put him in a wheelchair now he hurt
Put him in a wheelchair like he Kurt
Put him in a wheelchair like he Aubrey
Don't go snitching no one saw me
I ain't wanna catch a body but know I f*cked up yo body
I ain't trynna catch a homi
Please don't go and test my body
I ain't trippin bout that bitch
You could go and keep that body
I ain't trippin bout that hoe
You know she for everybody
I ain't trippin bout that
I'm only thinking bout my pockets
I ain't stressing bout no doe
I ain't stressing bout no topics
I ain't stressing bout no hoe
And I ain't stressing bout no
He talking tough he know he broke
Someone help him he need dollars
Someone huh
Someone help him he need
Look yeah
Look
Look yeah
She sipping on tron I'm sipping on deuce
Pints on pints I'm jugging the juice
I'm in the back of the back getting deady
That ain't wifey that's just wetty
She eat dick while I count fetty
She make it sound like she eating spaghetti
Don't try to run up
I keep a spesci
Make boy dance like I'm Joe Pesci
I pour a deuce in my deuce
I'm trynna get loose
My cup wasn't dirty enough
I heard they making a move but the finna lose
They just ain't sturdy enough
To much pressure they can't measure
I'm that cloth yeah I'm that texture
Said they trap but I do it better
That's yo bitch but I make her wetter
She just a treeshy I had to dead her
Pockets filling up with cheese is it provolone or cheddar
New York hella bricky she I might just change the weather
She gon touch it in miami or I'm going back to Cali
She I might just have to take it cause you know she got the jatty
I ain't never had no kids but she calling me her daddy
That's yo bitch
Oh my fault
She a treeshy she a baddie
We don't talk we just f*ck
She gon send the kid the addy like
IDMY (Bonus) (feat. Mv$xN) Video (MV)
Performed By: CallMeUptown
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: Christopher Rivera, Joshua Esperitin
CallMeUptown - IDMY (Bonus) (feat. Mv$xN) Lyrics
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I swear I don't miss you
I wanna just f*ck you
Then leave yo crib so you don't get in trouble
You said you single
That nigga still love you
He pop out while I'm chilling with you
I ain't scared but I'm grippin a tool
Niggas act stupid when they see they losing
Imma just leave let me go flip a P
Imma be back baby don't fall asleep
Choppa sing like Kurt from glee
Choppa sing I shoot at his feet
Put him in a wheelchair now he hurt
Put him in a wheelchair like he Kurt
Put him in a wheelchair like he Aubrey
Don't go snitching no one saw me
I ain't wanna catch a body but know I f*cked up yo body
I ain't trynna catch a homi
Please don't go and test my body
I ain't trippin bout that bitch
You could go and keep that body
I ain't trippin bout that hoe
You know she for everybody
I ain't trippin bout that
I'm only thinking bout my pockets
I ain't stressing bout no doe
I ain't stressing bout no topics
I ain't stressing bout no hoe
And I ain't stressing bout no
He talking tough he know he broke
Someone help him he need dollars
Someone huh
Someone help him he need
Look yeah
Look
Look yeah
She sipping on tron I'm sipping on deuce
Pints on pints I'm jugging the juice
I'm in the back of the back getting deady
That ain't wifey that's just wetty
She eat dick while I count fetty
She make it sound like she eating spaghetti
Don't try to run up
I keep a spesci
Make boy dance like I'm Joe Pesci
I pour a deuce in my deuce
I'm trynna get loose
My cup wasn't dirty enough
I heard they making a move but the finna lose
They just ain't sturdy enough
To much pressure they can't measure
I'm that cloth yeah I'm that texture
Said they trap but I do it better
That's yo bitch but I make her wetter
She just a treeshy I had to dead her
Pockets filling up with cheese is it provolone or cheddar
New York hella bricky she I might just change the weather
She gon touch it in miami or I'm going back to Cali
She I might just have to take it cause you know she got the jatty
I ain't never had no kids but she calling me her daddy
That's yo bitch
Oh my fault
She a treeshy she a baddie
We don't talk we just f*ck
She gon send the kid the addy like
I wanna just f*ck you
Then leave yo crib so you don't get in trouble
You said you single
That nigga still love you
He pop out while I'm chilling with you
I ain't scared but I'm grippin a tool
Niggas act stupid when they see they losing
Imma just leave let me go flip a P
Imma be back baby don't fall asleep
Choppa sing like Kurt from glee
Choppa sing I shoot at his feet
Put him in a wheelchair now he hurt
Put him in a wheelchair like he Kurt
Put him in a wheelchair like he Aubrey
Don't go snitching no one saw me
I ain't wanna catch a body but know I f*cked up yo body
I ain't trynna catch a homi
Please don't go and test my body
I ain't trippin bout that bitch
You could go and keep that body
I ain't trippin bout that hoe
You know she for everybody
I ain't trippin bout that
I'm only thinking bout my pockets
I ain't stressing bout no doe
I ain't stressing bout no topics
I ain't stressing bout no hoe
And I ain't stressing bout no
He talking tough he know he broke
Someone help him he need dollars
Someone huh
Someone help him he need
Look yeah
Look
Look yeah
She sipping on tron I'm sipping on deuce
Pints on pints I'm jugging the juice
I'm in the back of the back getting deady
That ain't wifey that's just wetty
She eat dick while I count fetty
She make it sound like she eating spaghetti
Don't try to run up
I keep a spesci
Make boy dance like I'm Joe Pesci
I pour a deuce in my deuce
I'm trynna get loose
My cup wasn't dirty enough
I heard they making a move but the finna lose
They just ain't sturdy enough
To much pressure they can't measure
I'm that cloth yeah I'm that texture
Said they trap but I do it better
That's yo bitch but I make her wetter
She just a treeshy I had to dead her
Pockets filling up with cheese is it provolone or cheddar
New York hella bricky she I might just change the weather
She gon touch it in miami or I'm going back to Cali
She I might just have to take it cause you know she got the jatty
I ain't never had no kids but she calling me her daddy
That's yo bitch
Oh my fault
She a treeshy she a baddie
We don't talk we just f*ck
She gon send the kid the addy like
Writer: Christopher Rivera, Joshua Esperitin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid