CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Poor Life Decisions
Look, can't believe you got a new b*t*h on me
Out of everybody you switched on me
Even though I left first my head hurts
Always said I'd be okay, when you getting a b*t*h except her
But you never listen
Now you f**kin' with somebody that you cheated with
Somebody pass me the Henny, I think I need a sip
You know If she could get emotional sometimes
I'd be flowing with these rhymes, I can't hold it all inside, I can't
We broke up way too long ago for you to still be right here trying to dial me up
Your new b*t*h always on Twitter sub tweeting like she tryna be tough
Don't why she think she's slick, like she ain't the type of b*t*h you know that I could beat up (yep)
Just to see you love her the same way you love me hurts I ain't finna front
Uh, I ain't there having Jacks
If I pull up to LA you know we having sex
My feelings haven't left
And I haven't slept cause I've been thinking overly
Bout the nights when you was kissing and holding me
In Minnesota we was thugging for real
Thinking back it f**ked me up to know nothing was real, its cool
Yeah, and I know life go on, why the f**k I even write this song, trippin'
We broke up way too long ago for you to still be right here trying to dial me up
Your new b*t*h always on Twitter sub tweeting like she tryna be tough
Don't why she think she's slick, like she ain't the type of b*t*h you know that I could beat up (yep)
Just to see you love her the same way you love me hurts I ain't finna front
Ohh god damn, so you getting money now you thinking you the man
Messing with someone who wasn't with you in a jam
I hope you make the plan but you never understand cause
Nothings changed remember when them girl tried to take my place
Thinking subliminal never say it to my face
Them b*t*hes hella lame but they can stay up in their lane cause we
We broke up way too long ago for you to still be right here trying to dial me up
Your new b*t*h always on Twitter sub tweeting like she tryna be tough
Don't why she think she's slick, like she ain't the type of b*t*h you know that I could beat up (yep)
Just to see you love her the same way you love me hurts I ain't finna front
Out of everybody you switched on me
Even though I left first my head hurts
Always said I'd be okay, when you getting a b*t*h except her
But you never listen
Now you f**kin' with somebody that you cheated with
Somebody pass me the Henny, I think I need a sip
You know If she could get emotional sometimes
I'd be flowing with these rhymes, I can't hold it all inside, I can't
We broke up way too long ago for you to still be right here trying to dial me up
Your new b*t*h always on Twitter sub tweeting like she tryna be tough
Don't why she think she's slick, like she ain't the type of b*t*h you know that I could beat up (yep)
Just to see you love her the same way you love me hurts I ain't finna front
Uh, I ain't there having Jacks
If I pull up to LA you know we having sex
My feelings haven't left
And I haven't slept cause I've been thinking overly
Bout the nights when you was kissing and holding me
In Minnesota we was thugging for real
Thinking back it f**ked me up to know nothing was real, its cool
Yeah, and I know life go on, why the f**k I even write this song, trippin'
We broke up way too long ago for you to still be right here trying to dial me up
Your new b*t*h always on Twitter sub tweeting like she tryna be tough
Don't why she think she's slick, like she ain't the type of b*t*h you know that I could beat up (yep)
Just to see you love her the same way you love me hurts I ain't finna front
Ohh god damn, so you getting money now you thinking you the man
Messing with someone who wasn't with you in a jam
I hope you make the plan but you never understand cause
Nothings changed remember when them girl tried to take my place
Thinking subliminal never say it to my face
Them b*t*hes hella lame but they can stay up in their lane cause we
We broke up way too long ago for you to still be right here trying to dial me up
Your new b*t*h always on Twitter sub tweeting like she tryna be tough
Don't why she think she's slick, like she ain't the type of b*t*h you know that I could beat up (yep)
Just to see you love her the same way you love me hurts I ain't finna front
