No. 9 - WINNERS LOSE TOO

Bitch how you gone lie say you don't miss me
Catch you late night while you tipsy
Know you wanna hit my line, shit it's tempting
I could put you on a flight or am I tripping
I could get back on that bullshit
Spend a couple racks on some cool shit
I know you tired of Uber eats let's get Ruth Chris
Why you entertain that nigga, he don't do shit
Why you picking up your phone, he a nuisance
Oh you can't leave him alone, on some goofy shit
Oh you scared of being alone, yeah yeah
And if I hit you then I'm wrong, yeah yeah
But you really wanna
Go, Go, Go
So pack your shit up and
Go, Go, Go
'Cause your new nigga don't hit it like I used to
When I fuck you from the back, think I abused you
You know that bullshit ain't gone last, being truthful
Shortie come fuck up this bag like a moon suit
Shortie know you wanna slide like a moon roof
Know she wanna ride me in a new coupe
I'ont usually do this twice but I'll do you
Lil dolled up bitch look like voodoo
Bitch how you gone lie say you don't miss me
Got you dripping down your thighs when you kiss me
Don't you blame it on the liq, you ain't tipsy
Know it's worth them late nights reminiscing
But now you gotta
Go, Go, Go
Call your Uber up and
Go, Go, Go
'Cause that pussy ain't hitting like it used to
Go ahead and call your friends and say I used you
But them bitches on my dick and they'll do it too
And lil bitch you got a nigga and that's news to who

Written by:
Deandre Forté

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