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insecurities - tata lyrics

[intro]
grahh
riteorwrongkvh
grahh
every opp shot, everything dead
grahh
41 shots to the head (grahh)

[verse 1]
only been two weeks, and i’m in too deep
look in her eyes, i don’t know what to see
like, i be telling myself that i love her, but i just love when that b*tch in my sheets
up all night i be stuck on her page
if she knew, she would think i’m a creep
and my knocker just like a computer, and i’m pressing delete (grrt baow)
every day i argue with my ex
on bro, i don’t be getting sleep
like, how you f*ckin’ with one of my opps
i went through her memories prеssing delete
and that b*tch bе actin’ like a fan
all these other rapper n*ggas beef
when that b*tch left me, i was at my lowest
i pray to god me and her never speak, d*mn
[bridge]
huh
grrt
grahh, grahh
you know we recognize a [fishy n*gga]
you know we recognize a [fishy n*gga]
you know we slappin’ this sh*t out the mud
sh*t out the f*ckin’ mud, n*gga
send 41 shots
never takin’ nothing for n0body, n*gga
you know everybody shot, n*gga
never takin’ nothing for n0body
yes
yes
grahh
every opp shot, everything dead (grrt)
41 shots to the head

[verse 2]
grahh
stuck in my head, i be high
all this sh*t be racin’ through my head
and my new shorty just left for college, i think i’m breakin’ up with that b*tch next
like, and i know her roommate a thotty, and all of her friends is legs
like, that b*tch like boys and girls, like there’s no way that she’s not having s*x
and i know i’m soundin’ insecure, i’m not, i just know how these b*tches get
and she be actin’ like a fan too, on bro i be getting me fed
i get this b*tch from floss
she thinks she misses everything dead?
d*mn, and i got this nice lil’ b*tch on the bronx, i’m boutta to put her to the test
young*young n*gga, i’m really rich, i never needed a b*tch (huh)
never believed in a b*tch, i might never put my seed in a b*tch, d*mn
d*mn, d*mn, how you tell me you love me then switch?
all these b*tches, don’t know who to pick, on my way to the top and it’s happening quick
like, she don’t know that i know what she did, so she be thinkin’ that she sl!ck
i can never look at her the same, i look at her face and get sick (like, d*mn)
and i caught feelings for this girl, she got money, and she type lit
brown skin, type thick
f*ck these b*tches, i’m trying to get rich, d*mn

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