Baby Tate - Lesson Learned

Real bitch (yeah)
Niggas say I'm too much to deal with
Killswitch (yeah)
I don't really give a fuck 'bout your feelings
I'm real lit (yeah)
Boy, you know I'm one in a billion, billion (yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)

All I'm tryna do is ball, ball
You wanna come back, I'm like oh naw
Now you tryna say that I'm a problem
I could probably never get solved, solved
Yeah, pop that pussy like a Faygo
Can't stop that, you ain't gotta say so (can't stop that)
At the top, yeah, something like an angel
But I ain't got no halo
I'm tryna have five rings like J-Lo
He ain't my man, he could still be bae though
I ain't tryna cook no shrimp alfredo
Keep an extra nigga in the cut like Fredo
I ain't gotta lie, I'ma give it to you straight up
I'ma be gone long, boy, don't wait up
Callin' my phone, say he wanna come make up
(Uh-uh, boy, bye)

Give me back my keys
Give me back my sweatshirt
Give me all my shit
'Cause we not together
I'ma go fuck with him
You can go ahead and text her
No more breakin' up on the regular
It's a lesson learned, I'ma let it burn

I'm a real bitch (yeah)
Niggas say I'm too much to deal with
Killswitch (yeah)
I don't really give a fuck 'bout your feelings
I'm real lit (yeah)
Boy, you know I'm one in a billion, billion (yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)

Okay, truth be told
I'm tryna fuck with you and all my hoes
Okay, I've been tryna hold back all that real shit you ain't even know
Okay, block game strong
Got you using different numbers tryna call my phone (who dis?)
Now you wanna pull up on me
Tellin' me you ain't really mean that, oh (skrrt)
Boy, you can get gone (get gone)
Get lost, baby, I'ma need my sauce back (uh-huh)
Baddest bitch you ever had, how you lost that? (How the fuck?)
Tryna cuff but you ain't even cop that
Mmh, and I'm taking back the chain that I bought, yeah
Know I keep a couple niggas in the vault, yeah
You can be mad all you want, yeah

Give me back my keys (give me back my keys)
Give me back my sweatshirt (ooh, my sweatshirt)
Give me all my shit (give me all my shit 'cause we not together)
'Cause we not together
I'ma go fuck with him (I'ma go fuck with him)
You can go ahead and text her (you can go ahead and text her)
No more breakin' up on the regular (oh)
It's a lesson learned, I'ma let it burn

I'm a real bitch (yeah)
Niggas say I'm too much to deal with
Killswitch (yeah)
I don't really give a fuck 'bout your feelings
I'm real lit (yeah)
Boy, you know I'm one in a billion, billion (yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)

One in a billion
One in a billion, baby
One in a billion, ooh, yeah (yeah)
See, I think you must've forgot (yeah, you must've forgot)
Who you was messin' with
Got a little amnesia, huh?
That's alright (well that ain't no problem, remind you)
'Cause I don't got no problem reminding you
Who the fuck I am (yeah)

Written by:
Tate Farris, Charles McAllister, Chrystel Bagrou, Darwin Cordale Quinn, K-So, Luke Crowder, Terrell McNeal

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