Oh
Oh
Yeah...
Tic for tac
I don't wanna toe the line anymore
Tell em that
You'll be moving into my place
Issa pact
Bags I'll pack for you to walk through the door
EX is mad
You'll be having Os on my face
Breaking his equivocation
When he calls you baby
He don't mean his love
He means a child
Like he's cradling
Cribs and cars and ladies
Can't trust what he's saying
He's only got tricks within his cards
And you ain't a trick f*ck that
Tonight I'll drive
Gonna pick you up
We can X & O and cross
Out his moves
It's your (uh) big move
Tic for tac
I don't wanna toe the line anymore
Tell em that
You'll be moving into my place
Issa pact
Bags I'll pack for you to walk through the door
EX is mad
You'll be having Os on my face
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa, he won't like that
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa, he can taste that
Tic 4 tac
Dick him back
Tit 4 tat
X his O & O
Tic 4 tac
Dick him back
Tit 4 tat
X & O
Oh
Oh
Yeah...
Tic for tac
I don't wanna toe the line anymore
Tell em that
You'll be moving into my place
Issa pact
Bags I'll pack for you to walk through the door
EX is mad
You'll be having Os on my face
I said yeah
I said yeah
I said yeah
I said yeah
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Oh
Oh
Yeah...
Tic for tac
I don't wanna toe the line anymore
Tell em that
You'll be moving into my place
Issa pact
Bags I'll pack for you to walk through the door
EX is mad
You'll be having Os on my face
Breaking his equivocation
When he calls you baby
He don't mean his love
He means a child
Like he's cradling
Cribs and cars and ladies
Can't trust what he's saying
He's only got tricks within his cards
And you ain't a trick f*ck that
Tonight I'll drive
Gonna pick you up
We can X & O and cross
Out his moves
It's your (uh) big move
Tic for tac
I don't wanna toe the line anymore
Tell em that
You'll be moving into my place
Issa pact
Bags I'll pack for you to walk through the door
EX is mad
You'll be having Os on my face
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa, he won't like that
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa, he can taste that
Tic 4 tac
Dick him back
Tit 4 tat
X his O & O
Tic 4 tac
Dick him back
Tit 4 tat
X & O
Oh
Oh
Yeah...
Tic for tac
I don't wanna toe the line anymore
Tell em that
You'll be moving into my place
Issa pact
Bags I'll pack for you to walk through the door
EX is mad
You'll be having Os on my face
I said yeah
I said yeah
I said yeah
I said yeah
Oh
Yeah...
Tic for tac
I don't wanna toe the line anymore
Tell em that
You'll be moving into my place
Issa pact
Bags I'll pack for you to walk through the door
EX is mad
You'll be having Os on my face
Breaking his equivocation
When he calls you baby
He don't mean his love
He means a child
Like he's cradling
Cribs and cars and ladies
Can't trust what he's saying
He's only got tricks within his cards
And you ain't a trick f*ck that
Tonight I'll drive
Gonna pick you up
We can X & O and cross
Out his moves
It's your (uh) big move
Tic for tac
I don't wanna toe the line anymore
Tell em that
You'll be moving into my place
Issa pact
Bags I'll pack for you to walk through the door
EX is mad
You'll be having Os on my face
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa, he won't like that
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa wh-wh-wh-wh
Whoa, he can taste that
Tic 4 tac
Dick him back
Tit 4 tat
X his O & O
Tic 4 tac
Dick him back
Tit 4 tat
X & O
Oh
Oh
Yeah...
Tic for tac
I don't wanna toe the line anymore
Tell em that
You'll be moving into my place
Issa pact
Bags I'll pack for you to walk through the door
EX is mad
You'll be having Os on my face
I said yeah
I said yeah
I said yeah
I said yeah
Writer: Peter Vickers, Ryan Robinson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid