444 KeyLo - Never Look Back

(Ugh)
(Nothing lost, nothing gained)
(Except for all this pain)
(Look)
Now I never look back, only hold me back
Raps is on the pad, got the mic in the lab, it's like that
And only that, got a bad lil' bitch, she got an Only Fans
No cap, she like that I rap
No Double D shit when I talk bout racks
All facts, yeah, ugh, it's all facts
Yeah, look
Now I been at it, mind on the money, for the money bitch I'm an addict
She focused on sucking dick and fuckin but I cant have it
Actually l let it slide, cause her body one of a kind and I don't mind
I'm feeling her thighs, same time she feeling the vibe
I said I want to get to know you baby, you pretty lady and make you mine
Maybe later we could fade away up in the sky
Having deep conversations relating about our lives
Yeah
But you a big girl now, got it all figured out
I can see you been crying baby, what's all that about
I be building us up, but you breaking us down
And when I hang up, know you change up, got to throw in towel
Cause I don't live like that
But if you wanna get freaky baby let's get like that, it's just you
Ugh, but fuck is the difference
I be feeling on your hips, we might fuck in the kitchen
I be kissing on your lips, dripping something delicious
Hands tight around your wrist, know my loving vicious
But the way you been moving lately got me hella suspicious
I be thinking she cheating on me whenever she acting different
I be thinking she plotting on me whenever she with the bitches
She been talking and talking, to be honest I never listen, like
Now I never look back, only hold me back
Raps is on the pad, got the mic in the lab, it's like that
And only that, got a bad lil' bitch, she got an Only Fans
No cap, she like that I rap
No Double D shit when I talk bout racks
All facts, yeah, ugh, it's all facts
Yeah, look
But I you forgive you, part of me will miss you
Pardon me, the shit I say is prolly finna' hit you
I been in my bag so leave a message at the ring tone
I be with my shawty all my songs she gon' sing along
I'm just tryna hit though, then I gotta dip though
We gotta stay low key, so I gotta tip toe
Heard you got a new man, I got a new bitch though
Heard he wanna throw hands but I got a stick though
Tell me how that make sense, yeah, none of this shit make sense man
Look, I been running
Going hard, drumming
Finna' be star new car how I'm coming
You ain't going far at all you nothing
I could never fall stand tall, who wasn't
Swear I been the toughest, put it on my cousin
Anybody got a problem put em' in the oven
Now I never look back, only hold me back
Raps is on the pad, got the mic in the lab, it's like that
And only that, got a bad lil' bitch, she got an Only Fans
No cap, she like that I rap
No Double D shit when I talk bout racks
All facts, yeah, ugh, it's all facts

Written by:
Lorenzo Arricale

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