Music: Destiny Briona
She told me I should take that as an L
I told that bitch respectfully she can go to hell
Bad lil bitch couldn't put me on a shelf
Tell me what you working
You ain't have no purpose
Say that you got money but won't come up off no birkin
When i bring up C's I mean Chanel not the circus
and we don't have to speak when I see you in my city
You always talking tough but i know you ain't like that really
Deal with you exhausting
Swear that you was off me
But you always coming right back
Girls from atlanta always wanna play
Brand new bitch by the next day
You almost made me cry
but I just made it rain
1942 gone help me ease the pain
First mistake was thinking that I need you
Went through your phone
Saw everything I need to
You put it up on God but I still need proof
You wanted a real bitch but i can't teach you, oh no
You wanted a real bitch but i can't teach you, oh no
Baby, i can't teach you, how to keep a real bitch when she on you
How to **** me real good when I'm in the mood
Put you on to all that shit that you ain't used to
You so ****ing ugh
You so ****ing stupid
Up in that hotel room
Knew that I couldn't do this
Told me that you loved me
But I wasn't stupid
I open my timeline to see how you moving
Removing me
Girls from atlanta always wanna play
Brand new bitch by the next day
You almost made me cry
but I just made it rain
Need you
Why the **** you thinking that I need you
You so ****ing fake, you just so see through
Put it up on God and I still need proof
You wanted a real bitch but I can't teach you
Oh no