Metrical Futurity - What If I

I don't wanna hear that shit tonight, leave me alone
Asking me where I been, girl I'm grown
I think you need new friends and time alone
Want to live in my skin and be my clone
What if I just
Start some shit when you on your way back home
What if I just
Call your friends, tell me girl would I be wrong
What if I just
Move my shit out, girl you wrong, you stressing me out
What if I just
Chill with my bro's, you know we on them hoes
What if I just
Start some shit when you on your way back home
What if I just
Call your friends, tell me girl would I be wrong
What if I just
Move my shit out, girl you wrong, you stressing me out
What if I just
Chill with my bro's, you know we on them hoes
Picture cute, but no one knows
type of shit we go through behind closed doors
Stressed out, I don't want to go home
She call, I don't pick up my phone
I send her a text Back like, leave me alone
If loving you is right, I want to be wrong
Might take me a flight just to Arizona
You like being toxic, yeah you love this drama
Got damn should've listened to my mama
She no good she belongs in the gutter
So slick can't believe it's not butter
A feline, so how could I trust her
She probably tried to fuck one of my brothers
Give you back to the streets cause you love them
Probably tried to fuck one of my cousins
Man these hoes getting cheaper by the dozens
And that's right there why I can't love them
Fly my bitches all through customs
Pick them up and down like a forklift
Tell all my bitches buenas noches
Giving pesos for besos and bull shit
And that's caseloads and caseloads of good dick
And it's smoke in this bitch like a wood tip
Now what would you think if I do this
What if I just
Start some shit when you on your way back home
What if I just
Call your friends, tell me girl would I be wrong
What if I just
Move my shit out, girl you wrong, you stressing me out
What if I just
Chill with my bro's, you know we on them hoes
What if I just
Start some shit when you on your way back home
What if I just
Call your friends, tell me girl would I be wrong
What if I just
Move my shit out, girl you wrong, you stressing me out
What if I just
Chill with my bro's, you know we on them hoes
It's getting late, so I guess I'll go home
Already knowing what type of time she on
It's already bad, but she bad to the bone
Probably done bleached and burned all my clothes
Changed the locks and the keys to door
Give me more of a reason to go
I don't think I can do this no more
Like I sold the devil my soul
Got to get out of here hit the road
I should've cheated, I felt Keyshia Cole
Was doing life now I'm off on parole
Living with you has taken its toll
The hell with you, just leave me alone
She a dog, she just want me to bone
Black snake I don't want to hear you moan
I know it's somebody else that you want
And that's right there why I can't love them
Fly my bitches all through customs
Pick them up and down like a forklift
Tell all my bitches buenas noches
Giving pesos for besos and bull shit
And that's caseloads and caseloads of good dick
And it's smoke in this bitch like a wood tip
Now what would you think if I do this
What if I just
Start some shit when you on your way back home
What if I just
Call your friends, tell me girl would I be wrong
What if I just
Move my shit out, girl you wrong, you stressing me out
What if I just
Chill with my bro's, you know we on them hoes
What if I just
Start some shit when you on your way back home
What if I just
Call your friends, tell me girl would I be wrong
What if I just
Move my shit out, girl you wrong, you stressing me out
What if I just
Chill with my bro's, you know we on them hoes

Written by:
Edgar Bustos, Isiah Barfoot, Rashid Denson

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