Yung Sheenn - Love Songs

She said she ain’t callin' back no more I'm glad
'Cause she's an eater, she be always in my bag
How the fuck you claim you on but ain’t hopped in yo bag?
Niggas think its sweet under my comments like some nags
But y’all ass tweakin', out here on me like some fuckin' straggs
I be pressed for time, grinding, no more looking back
Out here tryna' make a milli' i ain’t callin' back
Out here tryna' make a milli' i ain’t callin' back
Almost ran outta gas been a long road
Need a check now because it's overdue
You out here flexing money but the rent due
Never been on the bench, I been started for real
I filled a house with money to the motherfucking roof
Y’all claim y'all smoking runts but that shit is really boof'
I’m about to go ham inside the motherfucking booth
Out here tryna' make a million off some audibles
Out here tryna' this money inside of a hurry
Yo bitch in here eatin' dick up like a damn McFlurry
I’m finna' carry the game on my back like I'm Curry
Yo ass finna' get clapped down just like my name is Kirby
She said she ain’t callin' back no more I'm glad
'Cause she's an eater, she be always in my bag
How the fuck you claim you on but ain’t hopped in yo bag?
Niggas think its sweet under my comments like some nags
But y’all ass tweakin', out here on me like some fuckin' straggs
I be pressed for time, grinding, no more looking back
Out here tryna' make a milli' i ain’t callin' back
Out here tryna' make a milli' i ain’t callin' back
Now I ain't finna' be the type to tell you I miss you
But if you heard from me then now its forget you
Finna' go and get this bag so yeah fuck school
Feeling just like Handy Manny with this lil' tool
Yo ass is a strag finna' stunt on you in this jag
But bro told me to be humble so don’t fuckin' brag
How you claim you hot talking bout shit you never had
Just saw you out here on the bus, Boy you down bad
I’m tryna' get me a dime, she number two just like the bill
In my bankroll you won’t ever see no damn dollar bill
Tell 'em free Cinco out that jam, he did three and ain’t squeal
Yeah, ahh, ah
She said she ain’t callin' back no more I'm glad
'Cause she's an eater, she be always in my bag
How the fuck you claim you on but ain’t hopped in yo bag?
Niggas think its sweet under my comments like some nags
But y’all ass tweakin', out here on me like some fuckin' straggs
I be pressed for time, grinding, no more looking back
Out here tryna' make a milli' i ain’t callin' back
Out here tryna' make a milli' i ain’t callin' back

Written by:
Joshua Eduzor

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