lirikcinta.com
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

it's not me, it's you - heembeezy lyrics

Loading...

[verse 1]
hm, yeah ight
ain’t not relations, i’m yo’ n*gga for the night
i’m her mcm, girl i know that you like me
i know you a dog, you ain’t finna bark or bite me
i can’t leave without the heat ’cause i feel like a cold n*gga
and i’ma need my 500 to get on the phone with you
bro stop blowin’ up yo’ b*tch phone ’cause i’m at home with her
and ion give a f*ck, i let the homies hit her
i’m a sh*t talker, i should make my own twitter
and i don’t trust n0body but my n*gga smith & wesson, b*tch
i don’t really want you i just really want yo’ best friend

[chorus]
girl don’t call my phone (hm)
we just gotta talk because you don’t understand, i cannot be your man
but i been thinkin’ ’bout you
b*tch you ain’t worth sh*t so now it’s over with, i’m with another b*tch now (ooh)

[verse 2]
a n*gga play with me, we gone send him to meet jesus
i been getting hoes since the 1st grade at recess
b*tch i’m a joint, how are you, nice to meet you
these n*ggas on the gram so ridiculous
if she bob and weave, that’s the only time i’ll miss a b*tch
money, head and weed, the only thing i want for christmas
i’m getting head from the love of someone else’s life
and n*ggas snake the ones they love, so i been thinking twice, n*gga
i like my b*tch mean, come and join the winning team
if anything, i can never give a wedding ring
you cheat on me, i’ma act a fool off this percy
she just wanna f*ck me day and night, early morning
wish a n*gga would, he gone end up in the wood
he come from rich houses, but he tryna claim a hood
he’s not listening, turn him to a mystery
you the type to google me then delete all your history
[chorus]
girl don’t call my phone (hm)
we just gotta talk because you don’t understand, i cannot be your man
but i been thinkin’ ’bout you
b*tch you ain’t worth sh*t so now it’s over with, i’m with another b*tch now (ooh)

[verse 3]
i don’t do relations, i’m nothing like you expected
i can’t cuff you b*tch, let the police arrest you
remember having to put my hand up, to use the restroom
but now i’m the sh*t, been the joint, you could say that
interrogation room, just lying every question they may ask
don’t play on my phone, you bookin’ d*ck? then just say that
the only time you look good is with lashes on and a facemask
thot, i know you give me head but please get me out your thoughts
f*ck cornona virus, man a n*gga can’t even cough without a n*gga lookin’ at me like i’m sick
this money that i spent just might make your b*tch fold
i’m convinced you b*tches is rollers like ya’ll from 6*0
ex*b*tch told me she love me, she wasn’t 10 toes down
you got that super soaker, lil’ baby just let me drown
i turn a b*tch smile to a frown if she play me
i could turn your honda civic into a mercedes
she keep calling me daddy, i ain’t even got no baby
i ain’t even got no kids, dead homies (hm)
yeah right
(heem*bee*zy)

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular

Loading...