Testo Your Loss
Testo Your Loss
Yuhhh Lilmar
What this bitch talkin bout
She don’t want me?
Uhhh ok hah
You don’t want me bitch it is your loss
You don’t want me bitch it is your loss
You don’t want me bitch it is your loss
You don’t want me bitch, it’s your loss
Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots
Fuck that fat bitch, she look like rick ross
Be with that broke nigga, he ain’t got no sauce
You don’t want me bitch, it’s your loss
Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots
Fuck that fat bitch, she look like rick ross
Be with that broke nigga, he ain’t got no sauce
No NBA but nigga I’m a young boss
You ask him buy you shit, he say what it cost
I used to want that bitch I had my fingers crossed
Whenever I hit her up she told me get lost
Fuck you bitch, ion want you no more
Coulda rode in my mustang, got up out dat four door I only wanted you but you with niggas like a score board
Fuckin niggas daily but you swore you wasn’t a whore
What you mean you don’t want me? Bitch ion even need you
Just tried to treat you special, sum yo other nigga didn’t do
Instead you did me worse, this shit contagious like the flu
But you don’t even care, yo niggas lined up like a queue
Just tried to make you happy and treat you like a princess
Now ya upset, you let that nigga hit n he just wanted sex
Guess I ain’t cute orsum
Nah bitch, you just really dumb
You don’t want me bitch, it’s your loss
Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots
Fuck that fat bitch, she look like rick ross
Be with that broke nigga, he ain’t got no sauce
You don’t want me bitch, it’s your loss
Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots
Fuck that fat bitch, she look like rick ross
Be with that broke nigga, he ain’t got no sauce
What this bitch talkin bout
She don’t want me?
Uhhh ok hah
You don’t want me bitch it is your loss
You don’t want me bitch it is your loss
You don’t want me bitch it is your loss
You don’t want me bitch, it’s your loss
Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots
Fuck that fat bitch, she look like rick ross
Be with that broke nigga, he ain’t got no sauce
You don’t want me bitch, it’s your loss
Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots
Fuck that fat bitch, she look like rick ross
Be with that broke nigga, he ain’t got no sauce
No NBA but nigga I’m a young boss
You ask him buy you shit, he say what it cost
I used to want that bitch I had my fingers crossed
Whenever I hit her up she told me get lost
Fuck you bitch, ion want you no more
Coulda rode in my mustang, got up out dat four door I only wanted you but you with niggas like a score board
Fuckin niggas daily but you swore you wasn’t a whore
What you mean you don’t want me? Bitch ion even need you
Just tried to treat you special, sum yo other nigga didn’t do
Instead you did me worse, this shit contagious like the flu
But you don’t even care, yo niggas lined up like a queue
Just tried to make you happy and treat you like a princess
Now ya upset, you let that nigga hit n he just wanted sex
Guess I ain’t cute orsum
Nah bitch, you just really dumb
You don’t want me bitch, it’s your loss
Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots
Fuck that fat bitch, she look like rick ross
Be with that broke nigga, he ain’t got no sauce
You don’t want me bitch, it’s your loss
Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots
Fuck that fat bitch, she look like rick ross
Be with that broke nigga, he ain’t got no sauce
- Adlibs
- Love Or Infatuation
- Fidget Spinner
- Groupies
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