Tempo

Ax, go crazy
 Bitch
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 Sorry, I ain't get the memo
 Playin' my song, we fuckin' on tempo, yeah
 She want to fuck, I'm like, "Hell no"
 I do whatever I want, yeah
 At the touchdown, not the endzone, yeah
 She wanna fuck to my song, yeah
 Got them Glocks out with extendos
 Racks in, do the money dance
 Ms up, I got money plans (huh)
 She was just suckin' me up, yeah (bitch)
 I told her, "You gotta use both hands" (oh)
 So turned up in the club, yeah (yeah)
 That molly rock made me breakdance (yeah)
 And the cup is full of mud, yeah
 She wanna hit my cup, better stay back (stay back)
 Little racks, keep those
 Bad bitch, finna deep throat
 Swear that my heart is so cold (bitch)
 I swear that he is a bozo
 You got me starin' at your photos
 I done fucked up, a lot of no-no's
 Do I love you? Well, I don't know
 This space gettin' kinda cold
 We movin' so fast, they say we won't last
 Got me too attached, bae shut up with no cash
 I was skippin' class, she was shakin' ass
 My shooters on go when I say, "Attack" (bitch)
 Sorry, I ain't get the memo
 Playin' my song, we fuckin' on tempo, yeah
 She want to fuck, I'm like, "Hell no"
 I do whatever I want, yeah (bitch)
 At the touchdown, not the endzone, yeah
 She wanna fuck to my song, yeah
 Got them Glocks out with extendos
 Racks in, do the money dance
 Ms up, I got money plans (huh)
 She was just suckin' me up, yeah (bitch)
 I told her, "You gotta use both hands" (oh)
 So turned up in the club, yeah (yeah)
 That molly rock made me breakdance (yeah)
 And the cup is full of mud, yeah
 She wanna hit my cup, better stay back (stay back)
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 (Bitch)