She wanted Maison Margiela, told that hoe no way
Remember how she wanted me dead, had to get higher than planes
Wrote about you in a song, profited off my pain
Way this money talk, think I'm going insane
Woah (woah), Woah (woah)
Now she want me gone, I'm like hoe (hoe)
I knew I couldn't trust you with my soul (soul)
Baby, if I'm sober, let me go (go)
Cause I can't deal with this, I'ma blow
Always know she a dog hoe, she'll cheat my ass like Kim K
Had to let go, I had to get back, blocked her ass like Dikembe
He a ho, boy, I don't care about you
Yes, I'm unaffected,
In your booth, in your section
Doing shit that I'm unimpressed with, ayy, ayy
Turned me to a demon, that's not really myself
I cannot go back, to the way I felt
Tincature got me dead, feel like I'm gon' melt
Got my vision blurry, tweaking, seeing visions, red rum, red rum
I wasn't ever gon' do you like that Now I wish I did something
Now it's getting too hot for me
This ain't gon' be a dead summer College girl from a private school
She gon' let me make all the money
She wanted Maison Margiela, told that hoe no way
Remember how she wanted me dead, had to get higher than planes
Wrote about you in a song, profited off my pain
Way this money talk, think I'm going insane
Woah (woah), Woah (woah)
Now she want me gone, I'm like hoe (hoe)
I knew I couldn't trust you with my soul (soul)
Baby, if I'm sober, let me go (go)
Cause I can't deal with this, I'ma blow
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She wanted Maison Margiela, told that hoe no way
Remember how she wanted me dead, had to get higher than planes
Wrote about you in a song, profited off my pain
Way this money talk, think I'm going insane
Woah (woah), Woah (woah)
Now she want me gone, I'm like hoe (hoe)
I knew I couldn't trust you with my soul (soul)
Baby, if I'm sober, let me go (go)
Cause I can't deal with this, I'ma blow
Always know she a dog hoe, she'll cheat my ass like Kim K
Had to let go, I had to get back, blocked her ass like Dikembe
He a ho, boy, I don't care about you
Yes, I'm unaffected,
In your booth, in your section
Doing shit that I'm unimpressed with, ayy, ayy
Turned me to a demon, that's not really myself
I cannot go back, to the way I felt
Tincature got me dead, feel like I'm gon' melt
Got my vision blurry, tweaking, seeing visions, red rum, red rum
I wasn't ever gon' do you like that Now I wish I did something
Now it's getting too hot for me
This ain't gon' be a dead summer College girl from a private school
She gon' let me make all the money
She wanted Maison Margiela, told that hoe no way
Remember how she wanted me dead, had to get higher than planes
Wrote about you in a song, profited off my pain
Way this money talk, think I'm going insane
Woah (woah), Woah (woah)
Now she want me gone, I'm like hoe (hoe)
I knew I couldn't trust you with my soul (soul)
Baby, if I'm sober, let me go (go)
Cause I can't deal with this, I'ma blow
Remember how she wanted me dead, had to get higher than planes
Wrote about you in a song, profited off my pain
Way this money talk, think I'm going insane
Woah (woah), Woah (woah)
Now she want me gone, I'm like hoe (hoe)
I knew I couldn't trust you with my soul (soul)
Baby, if I'm sober, let me go (go)
Cause I can't deal with this, I'ma blow
Always know she a dog hoe, she'll cheat my ass like Kim K
Had to let go, I had to get back, blocked her ass like Dikembe
He a ho, boy, I don't care about you
Yes, I'm unaffected,
In your booth, in your section
Doing shit that I'm unimpressed with, ayy, ayy
Turned me to a demon, that's not really myself
I cannot go back, to the way I felt
Tincature got me dead, feel like I'm gon' melt
Got my vision blurry, tweaking, seeing visions, red rum, red rum
I wasn't ever gon' do you like that Now I wish I did something
Now it's getting too hot for me
This ain't gon' be a dead summer College girl from a private school
She gon' let me make all the money
She wanted Maison Margiela, told that hoe no way
Remember how she wanted me dead, had to get higher than planes
Wrote about you in a song, profited off my pain
Way this money talk, think I'm going insane
Woah (woah), Woah (woah)
Now she want me gone, I'm like hoe (hoe)
I knew I couldn't trust you with my soul (soul)
Baby, if I'm sober, let me go (go)
Cause I can't deal with this, I'ma blow
Writer: Ryan Rodriguez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid