On Wat U On Songtext
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On Wat U On Songtext
(Turn me up, YC)
GloRilla, woo
On the gang, hey
(SkyDiddy)
my, that
I don′t give a 'bout none of this
Leave me alone, don′t text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
my, he ain't
Boy ain′t good for nothin′ but
Flodgin' like you with yo′
boy, you with that (what?)
Askin' me ′bout in the city that she think I'm
Look dead in her eyes before I lie, I′d rather tell her nothin'
Oh, so you ain't got to say now, huh? Dumb
I rather tell her nothin′, smirkin′ in her face
(What the funny?) Then I say change the subject
Let me know right now (what?)
If it ain't no future us (why?)
′Cause, one too close to zero, got to keep somethin' on tuck (shh)
She like, "Ew, you do too much" (so?)
I replied, "You don′t do enough" ()
Even when we be into it, I can still pull up and (uh)
Walkin' straight up out the house, you say I never hug and kiss you
Tryna see me every weekend
Damn, I need space to miss you
Know I love you, bae, our problems go away when my in you
When I call myself tryna do right, here go another issue (man)
my, that
I don′t give a 'bout none of this
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I′m on what you on
my, he ain′t
Boy ain't good for nothin′ but
Flodgin' like you with yo′
boy, you with that
All that tellin' folks I′m crazy, tell 'em how you got me up
Yo' mom ain′t got no daughters, boy, you ain′t them brothers
You told me you that knew the, but you ain't say you fucked her
Ol′ cheatin', toxic, good mother (hate yo′)
With my man today, hmm, back outside tomorrow (yeah)
I be done with him today then be at his house tomorrow
I be bustin' out the windows, got ′em switchin' up his cars
He won't find in my phone but them lil′ pictures of his card
Constantly bringin′ up my ex and, he must want me to go back
I could really pop my for real, but I don't think he know that (he ain′t know that)
Cut that off for good to show him that I'm on that
And he′ll never, ever, ever, ever get his back (on the gang)
my, that
I don't give a ′bout none of this
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
my, he ain′t
Boy ain′t good for nothin' but
Flodgin′ like you with yo'
boy, you with that
my, that
I don′t give a 'bout none of this
Leave me alone, don′t text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
my, he ain't
Boy ain′t good for nothin′ but
Flodgin' like you with yo′
boy, you with that
GloRilla, woo
On the gang, hey
(SkyDiddy)
my, that
I don′t give a 'bout none of this
Leave me alone, don′t text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
my, he ain't
Boy ain′t good for nothin′ but
Flodgin' like you with yo′
boy, you with that (what?)
Askin' me ′bout in the city that she think I'm
Look dead in her eyes before I lie, I′d rather tell her nothin'
Oh, so you ain't got to say now, huh? Dumb
I rather tell her nothin′, smirkin′ in her face
(What the funny?) Then I say change the subject
Let me know right now (what?)
If it ain't no future us (why?)
′Cause, one too close to zero, got to keep somethin' on tuck (shh)
She like, "Ew, you do too much" (so?)
I replied, "You don′t do enough" ()
Even when we be into it, I can still pull up and (uh)
Walkin' straight up out the house, you say I never hug and kiss you
Tryna see me every weekend
Damn, I need space to miss you
Know I love you, bae, our problems go away when my in you
When I call myself tryna do right, here go another issue (man)
my, that
I don′t give a 'bout none of this
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I′m on what you on
my, he ain′t
Boy ain't good for nothin′ but
Flodgin' like you with yo′
boy, you with that
All that tellin' folks I′m crazy, tell 'em how you got me up
Yo' mom ain′t got no daughters, boy, you ain′t them brothers
You told me you that knew the, but you ain't say you fucked her
Ol′ cheatin', toxic, good mother (hate yo′)
With my man today, hmm, back outside tomorrow (yeah)
I be done with him today then be at his house tomorrow
I be bustin' out the windows, got ′em switchin' up his cars
He won't find in my phone but them lil′ pictures of his card
Constantly bringin′ up my ex and, he must want me to go back
I could really pop my for real, but I don't think he know that (he ain′t know that)
Cut that off for good to show him that I'm on that
And he′ll never, ever, ever, ever get his back (on the gang)
my, that
I don't give a ′bout none of this
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
my, he ain′t
Boy ain′t good for nothin' but
Flodgin′ like you with yo'
boy, you with that
my, that
I don′t give a 'bout none of this
Leave me alone, don′t text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
my, he ain't
Boy ain′t good for nothin′ but
Flodgin' like you with yo′
boy, you with that
Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Chandler Durham, Javar A. Rockamore, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Jamichael Benson, Demario Dewayne Jr White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com