Oh God, it's home
Demanding everything the way you want it
Well guess what,
you can't get everything the way you want it
My bitch, you not my bitch
Common situation,
* gon' wake me up in the morning
Thinking, scheming that I'm a trick
Baby girl ain't your ex nigga,
I'm your next nigga
She obsessed because my dick bigger and my sex better
When your people say it's * me,
you still * me
No it's real cause girl I faked for you through bad and ugly
All the times when we said we're done,
oh We back together with that toxic love
Switching positions,
got you trippin' Hit your * up in the kitchen
Said my * was finger lickin' She tell them hoes to fall in line
But then we argue all the time,
woah You see we argue all the time,
woah
But she know who to call and where to spend the time,
woah
She got me bloppin' back to back,
she spendin' nights
Talkin' on the other line about what she wanna do tonight,
woah
It's times like this,
how you wanna ice out my bitch?
Ass fat,
butts down,
sure he got them friends tips Make that ass clap,
turn around,
do the dick,
uh-uh
Write to your friends about what I bought you She be flexin'
on the Grimm like that's my man How much it cost her?
You know it's costly But she know when it come to her,
ain't nothing costly
My Yvette,
my PYT,
I fix her ass when she get bossy I'm her Jodie,
say she hate me but she love me,
she just talkin'
Presidential in the red room,
man back we got leg room You a classy bitch,
you get ratcheted up in that bedroom Never seen a
bitch so freaky till I * around and met you
Demanding everything the way you want it Well guess what,
you can't get everything the way you want it My bitch,
you not my bitch,
a common situation
* gon' wake me up in the morning,
thinkin' she mad at a trick Baby girl,
I ain't your ex,
nigga,
I'm your next nigga She obsessed
because my dick bigger and my sex better
When your people say it's * me,
you still * me No,
it's real,
cause girl,
I faked for you through bad and ugly
All the times when we said we're done,
oh
We back together with that toxic love Switchin' positions,
got you trippin' Hit your * up in the
kitchen Said my * was finger lickin'
She tell them hoes to fall in line But then we argue all the time,
whoa