if i - rewindraps lyrics
[intro]
flaw sh*t
what do you desire?
(b*tch!)
[chorus]
i made my bed and i layed in it
i want her, i can’t wait for it
said i’m a dog, but i made her sit
my new bae, she workin’ late for it
in the p*ssy, i was made for it
when i eat her out, yeah, i catered it
play wit’ the money, i can make a b*tch
play wit’ the money, i can make a b*tch
play wit’ the money, i can make a b*tch
play wit’ the money, i can make a b*tch
play wit’ the money, i can make a b*tch
play wit’ the money, i can make a …
[verse]
new b*tch, pescetarian
for the p*ssy, yеah, i would make a dish
i came in, she know who it is
thought that shе was yours, but you’re loosin’ it
anytime we can link, i’m cool wit’ it
uzi should have came with a cooling kit
new foreign whip with a scooping kit
it was crazy how she was moving it
man took a body, we really doing it
just caught a body, r.i.p. to my b*tch
hit the show wit’ the lobby
caught up wit’ the money, i’m gettin’ used to it
it’s crazy how she only come around everytime the blues are in
ride around and maneuver
only need her for the p*ssy, i was usin’ it
f*ck around, kids on her make*up
if i’m done with you, no, we can’t make up
if i’m done wit’ the b*tch finna say sum’
double back on the p*ssy like a rerun
f*ck around, kids on her make*up
if i’m done with you, no, we can’t make up
if i’m …
if i’m …
[chorus]
i made my bed and i layed in it
i want her, i can’t wait for it
said i’m a dog, but i made her sit
my new bae, she workin’ late for it
in the p*ssy, i was made for it
when i eat her out, yeah, i catered it
play wit’ the money, i can make a b*tch
play wit’ the money, i can make a b*tch
play wit’ the money, i can make a b*tch
play wit’ the money, i can make a b*tch
play wit’ the money, i can make a b*tch
play wit’ the money, i can make a …
[verse 2]
aye, if i’m bein’, uh …
uh, if i’m bein’ honest, yeah
shorty ain’t f*ck with me until i went and iced out her hand
she tought that i love her till i said “we better off as friends”
she fell in love with how i come in, yeah, she see me raking up all the bands
she only eat the lettuce, i can treat her better, it ain’t nothin’ to a player
she gettin’ jealous, put me on her hitter wit’ my song on, she gon’ play it
i had [?], put it in a letter, almost cried to it when i made it
the truth hurts and i know it, yuh, had to roll one just to face it
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