oblivious (remix) - kyle richh lyrics
[intro: kyle richh]
you don’t f*ck with me
yes, i do, and then you want to go to miami and then just disappear, but—, how ’bout you come with me? i was just—, (oh my god, is this sevyn?) (grah)
[verse 1: kyle richh]
where the f*ck is you goin’? why would you leave without sayin’ goodbye? (b*tch)
i’m tryna give you my love, like, why is you wastin’ my time?
kr, the b*tches, they love me, like, i’m the biggest, n0body above me (like, what?)
they tryna do all the sh*t that i do
i’m still official despite all the money (grah)
casamigo me now, in the party, i don’t got a chaser (chaser)
she a barbie, she want me to chase her
only b*tch that i’m chasin’ is paper (paper)
and i’m tired of givin’ out favors
f*ck everybody, and f*ck they opinion (b*tch)
why everybody relyin’ on me?
when it’s they turn, n*ggas actin’ oblivious
she live in my mind, i*i’m tryna live in your world (world)
f*ck them b*tches, we makin’ them jealous
lets go ghost and let them forget us
be yourself, you don’t gotta be me, like, that’s how the envy develop
every second, i’m feelin’ aggressive
like, i don’t wanna be seen as a menace
[verse 2: sdot go & kyle richh]
lovin’ you, i keep tryna’ believe in it, it don’t feel real
love you or not, said i won’t leave you a couple of times
even though that i will
lyin’ to me when you talk
would you still be here if i ain’t have a deal?
givin’ my heart to a b*tch, i swear that sh*t a dub
now i’m keepin’ it sealed
like, i wanna take her out, she keep on thinkin’ i’m just tryna k!ll
i got it in her mouth, she just don’t love like i don’t got a seal
b*tch come and grab her b*tt
i know it’s good when she say how it feel
tryna leave me, she really don’t mean that sh*t
like, bro, do you see that sh*t?
like, brodie, just squeeze that sh*t
like, i do not need that b*tch, but i put that d*ck in her (in her)
slow s*x, we can listen to sza (sza)
oh, she a freak, told her pose for the picture
bbl body, the booty is thicker (thicker, thicker, thicker)
[verse 3: sha ek]
grah (oh my god, is this sevyn?)
this new 40, i got, this sh*t better work
shoot or get shot, i’ma shoot you first
f*cked her for hours when i brought the perc
i don’t do floor runs, just pull down your skirt
i just sent it and blocked it, when i went to her crib, had to rock it
du5 on me, it fit in my pocket
keep that door open, you better not the lock it
bow, i’m only aimin’ for—, i’m only aimin’ for tops, i’m tryna make somethin’ drop
i like to make this sh*t hot, i was the youngest, dumpin; on the block
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