ANKLES (feat. Rico Nasty & Melii)

Yeah

Right here?

Fight just to fuck, just to fight again

World War III justified in bed

Mess me up, now we ain't even friends

But the truth is I'm kind of tired of

Pretending that I was the guilty one

I wasn't feeling up no one but you, yeah

Lessons that I just can't seem to learn

I never thought you'd leave me two for two, again

Lights out, strike out, I doubt you'll ever find anyone

These bitches can't measure up (No!)

Lights out, strike out, I doubt you'll ever find anyone

These bitches can't measure up

To my ankles

Levels? (Nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Ankles

These bitches don't make it to my ankles

Levels? (Nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Ankles

Strippers and liquor and cigarettes

Apologized, but your Twitter said, "No regrets"

I'd kill for a mute button in my head

You are right, but I'm tired of

Pretending that I was the guilty one

I wasn't feeling up no one but you, yeah

Lessons that I just can't seem to learn

I never thought you'd leave me two for two, again

Lights out, strike out, I doubt you'll ever find anyone

These bitches can't measure up (Yah)

Lights out, strike out, I doubt you'll ever find anyone

These bitches can't measure up

To my ankles (Period!)

Levels? (Nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Ankles (No, they don't)

These bitches don't make it to my ankles (Nah, nah, nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Ankles

Why it's always me that gotta feel bad (Bad)

You left me in a heartbeat quick, fast (Fast)

Couldn't handle me in the quicksand

But you want me to hold you down like a kickstand

Fuck you and whoever

I know that I'm better, shout at me whenever

You show her the truth, must suck to be you

You can't be as selfish , she won't be amused

You can't do right 'cause the bitch left you (Whoa)

And it's crazy 'cause you had me looking crazier than crazy does

It won't ever go back to the way it was

She's not on my level, you could've done better

She wanna get under my skin (But)

But, I never could let her

I'm fly as a feather, baby it's levels

Oh baby it's levels, ha

Lights out, strike out, I doubt you'll ever find anyone

These bitches can't measure up (Yah)

Lights out, strike out, I doubt you'll ever find anyone

These bitches can't measure up

To my ankles

Levels? (Nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Ankles

These bitches don't make it to my ankles (Nah, nah, nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Ankles

Oh my God

There's your bitch

Oh my God

You make me sick 'cause I'm mad trouble in money

And thick, but I'm back on my shit

Know that she doesn't ride it like I used to ride it

That dick so hypnotic, that pussy psychotic

Feast on it, baby, like body-to-body

The way that I do it compare to nobody

Esa, esa niña ni ma da por los tobillos (Jesús)

Tú sabes la pongo bien sencillo

Saying lights out, lights out

I doubt you'll find anyone

To measure up to me boy

Lights out, strike out, I doubt you'll ever find anyone

These bitches can't measure up (Yah)

Lights out, strike out, I doubt you'll ever find anyone

These bitches can't measure up

To my ankles (Period)

Levels? (Nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Ankles (No they don't)

These bitches don't make it to my ankles (Nah, nah, nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Levels? (Nah)

Ankles

Two feet, you're shallow

Too real, I know too well

Backwoods, you high

Backwards, two feet

Shallow, too real

I know, two steps

Backwoods, you high