Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh, I see my skin, H-O, so you can see a ****'s scars
I been through ups and downs, we still made it this far
I'm steady thankin' God that He wake me up tomorrow
Havin' too much emotion got me fallin' off the yacht
Why we break up to make up? We takin' it too far
Tryna elevate your mind and maybe take you to the small
Mind clear on your Coke, double Cs, you a star
Said I know you like to eat, maybe take you to a bar
Tell your ex, "No, you flexed up, you fuckin' with a star"
And I can't show you how to live and I can't even tell you how to ball
The way I'm diggin' in your ears, girl, you can barely walk
Can't talk, you lost, now I see you in a storm
[Chorus]
So why she tellin' me that she ain't really feelin' me?
Until she see me real life, she like my energy
I'm only here for one night, I got her feelin' me
'Cause she gon' break down the rest of the ride
They used to lovin' me, hard
Now you feel stuck with me, hard
Don't let me find out that you lyin'
This money let 'em get it, they ain't cryin' out
[Verse 2]
We can do it like we want to (Yeah)
By the beach, forty-one, smoke out the sunroof (What's up?)
And my twin, not my baby, not my one-two
If you go against Lil' Shawty, then let's fuck it (Go against Lil' Shawty)
If you go against Lil' Shawty, then I'm on that (I'm on that)
Shawty different, she don't fuck with me, the throwback (Fuck with me)
Big O ears pull up, I told her, "Throw that"
Big O cutlet pull up, I told her, "Throw that"
She said, "Babe, don't tell nobody," I went told her, "Brow that"
If I could get my favorite ho back
Man, you know that pussy too good, you could've sold that
Some lucky ****, you gotta know that
[Chorus]
So why she tellin' me that she ain't really feelin' me?
Until she see me real life, she like my energy
I'm only here for one night, I got her feelin' me
And she gon' break down the rest of the ride
They used to lovin' me, hard
Now you feel stuck with me, hard
Don't let me find out that you lyin'
This money let 'em get it, they ain't cryin' out
[Verse 3]
I'm that CLX ****, pull the check up
Pull out the dub, let's have fun in Jamaica
Girl, you know you fine, you look better no makeup
Tryna fall down, so I can leave your face stuck, oh
You remember when I fucked you in the trap?
House full of, uh, **** tryna get a bag
Motivation to the trenches, she sittin' in the cut, relax
Got a freaky bitch, she eat it, then I hit from the back
I'm a dog and this bitch hoppin', knew that you was a brat
But if you really love me, tat my name on your ass
I can tell you been through pain, ain't no need to disguise
Girl, let me pick your brain, hit a mill' at the prize
[Outro]
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Yeah, that's a big L
Written by: Brandon Rainey, Craig Johnson Jr
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