Mali V - Dear Fatima Lyrics

Take a piece of me, darling Don't give it back, give it back, ah-ah-ah
Take a piece of me, darling Don't give it back, give it back, ah-ah-ah
Dear, Fatima, how you doin? Know it's been a while, I'm just checkin' in
Been about a few years since the nigga heard from you, where the hell you been
Last time we spoke, you told me you ain't never wanna see a nigga face again
Said it last time too, funny I ended up at your place again
See you post a pic on Instagram, I can't even like it cause the page a spam
Secretive about your whereabouts and who you bout, do you got a man
Steakhouse eating Wagyu, I know damn well you ain't with a friend
You passin' your place, makin' these niggas feel like I'm bein' replaced
Dear, Fatima, I'm in Midtown, food spot, we can sit down
I get lost in the conversation, cause I'm focused on your lips now
Chink eyes she from Senegal, thick hips with a waterfall
Shopper but she never shop at malls, pick up cause I'm finna call
I'm blocked, I can't even call you, these niggas they never adore you
Let alone Christian Dior you, let alone don't wanna spoil you
I wanna send you a message, you wanna teach me a lesson
You feel I'm passive-aggressive, so you start showin' aggression
Dear, Fatima, know it's all love, had a situation I could call love
Hurt a nigga cause I can't call, when you hear this track you should call up
Summertime, know you outside, but ain't nothin' better than a fall love
Start over, we can fall in love, for you I'm tryna fall love
Dear, Fatima, how you doin? You been on my mind, I'm just checkin' up
Never wanna see you with a man, so I pray to God that he messin' up
Probably single cause you know you worth, f*ck niggas always known to mess it up
Never wore a lot of makeup, when we round each other cause I messed it up
I be hopin' that I run into you, but the way I'm livin' I should probably not
Always focused on the bigger picture, not a nigga pockets or what he got
Hundred roses I deliver to you, I just need a chance to show you what I'm not
And I know we been through a lot, but I can't forget what we got
Dear, Fatima, I'm tryna get next to you, girl stop f*ckin' around
Sorry that I couldn't take you serious, it be hard for me not to f*ck around
Sad part, know you really rare, like a blue moon, hard to come around
Last time shit was so weird, now I know it's hard for you to come around
I'm blocked, I can't even call you, these niggas they never adore you
Let alone Christian Dior you, let alone don't wanna spoil you
I wanna send you a message, you wanna teach me a lesson
You feel I'm passive-aggressive, so you start showin' aggression
Dear, Fatima