I told myself this was the last time that I'm fucking with you
It's Friday night and I'm over here fucking with you
I'm not fxcking with you
You killing my vibe, you fxcked up my mood
You blowing my high, you smoking my grove
Ya energy bad, I need you to move
Damn baby girl, you toxic as fuck!
Too worried how I give it up
Acting like you the good girl but ya friend is the slut
Man, I heard that story enough.
We went from chilling every weekend
To "honestly, I think that we should be friends"
When I say "Do you", yo, you be doing the most
So I treat you like Pac-Man when I go ghost
Avocados on toast for breakfast
If you slept over the night before
I do not know if she took her pill,
But she wants me to pipe it raw
She was my type for sure
But these days, I'm second guessing my type
Cuz the result is always the same
Just one more bish who I gave the pipe
I need a wife not a hot girl
You be acting all bold on the gram
Please stop tryna be what you're not girl
That's the main reason you're not my girl
And you really disappointed me
You cannot settle down with the boss after you fucked an employee
Avoiding the truth, it destroyed me
And what really annoys me
It's Friday night, and I'm sitting home alone
Incoming call from you on my phone
C'mon Lindell, do not answer your phone
I told myself this was the last time that I'm fucking with you
It's Friday night and I'm over here fucking with you
You fxcked me up girl, I don't even know what to do
This is the last time that I'm fucking with you
This is the last time that I'm fucking with you