Lyricist : A. Graham/S. Rowe/N. Cadastre/N. Shebib/B. Saint Fort/D. Tennant/G. Lapointe/C. Powell
Composer : A. Graham/S. Rowe/N. Cadastre/N. Shebib/B. Saint Fort/D. Tennant/G. Lapointe/C. Powell
I don't know, I don't know what's wrong with you girls
I feel like y'all don't need love
You need somebody who can micro-manage you
You know what I'm sayin'? Tell you right from wrong
Pull smart moves you for
What you tend to be useful, like
I got a schedule to attend to though
I can't really
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You bitches really get carried away
Makin' mistakes, then you beg me to stay
Got me waitin' on you like I'm Arrogant Tae
You got my mind in a terrible place
Whipped and chained you, like American slaves
Act like you not, used to share it in space
I met the n***a you stalk around place
How would that even comparisons, baby?
This next time, I swear on my grandmother grave
I'm slimin' you for them kid choices you made
Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slimin' you out
Hey, this ain't the dinners, I could get on you bitches
Sent wires on wires on wires, like digits
Lucky that I don't take back what is given
I could have you on paper planes to your country, that's Philly
And my slime right here, she got some bars for y'all niggas
So I'ma fall back on lessons and talk her s**t for a minute
Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slimin' you out
Damn, these niggas got me so twisted
I'll **** you for real, but play b***h on my line
I can feel what you spendin'
Got too much pride to let no burn n***a slime me out
Pull up, go right around, my night, got time
Let's discuss all the lies about
Fightin' out here, like you dickin' me out
And I ain't even comin' over it now
And you ain't 'bout the s**t you rappin' about
And I can spin the ho', I'm airin' it out
I'm goin' on like it's sawed off
You tell these hoes you ain't cuddlin'
But with me you know though, you know that s**t
You tellin' these hoes you ain't trickin' off
But with me you know, go get it all
How you niggas get so carried away?
Trippin' whenever gets barely third place
****ed out that petty excuse that you made
Damn, 'cause there's men that can fake like it's sex
Slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out
Oh, ooh, woah-oh, woah
Yeah, January, you pretend to see life clearly, dearly
February is the time that you put the evil out and the pride aside
For the fantasy of gettin' married, married, it's scary
March got you already second guessin' titles
April, Spring is here until it's life, the spring you start to spiral
May brings somethin' warm that you ? gettin' fairy tales
June have you movin' ice cold, goin' back and forth with a married man
July, that's when I found out you lied
August, it was "Baby this", "Baby that", like you had your two's tied
September, we fallin' off, and I'm still the man you tryna win over
October is all about me, 'cause your time should be dead on
November, got your new boy, that's for next year and you're single
December the gift givin' month, now you wanna bring a candle, I
Tryna build trust, you and me, and then he ends, how they tryna bag you?
Ironic how the news I got about you ended up bein' bad news
Get a n***a hit got fifty racks, girl, the beef cost, like the Wagyu
Give that n***a head, I'll make his ass see the light, like a half-moon
Dropped the QC, pretty sure I made P M's, like it's past noon
All I really know is W's and M's, life lookin' like a bathroom
All I really know is M bags, like I drove through in with a fast food
Sayin' that I'm too guarded 'bout my feelings, who the **** even asked you?
Seven bodyguards, just incase somebody really wanna try and crash through
Don't know why I listen to you when I hear you talkin', tell me it's some half juice?
If I don't play it, ran it, it look like an old hairstyle, girl, it's past due
If I don't—
What the ****?
Like I...
