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I don’t like your flex so you won’t do the split, no
Sit your ass down, girl, you can’t do the shit, whoa
You can’t do the shit with a bittersweet taste
Your marmalade kisses and lemonade tears, no
If I’m wrong
Ask your ex where’s diathesis from
Now your candy eyes swallow the screen of your phone
We better find a different place
You better hide in the shade
Till the sun beams melt all the glaze on your face
I was a fan of your grace
‘fore you filled it with fake
‘fore it was mainstream, yo
Back in the days
Make it raw, (Let’s play the game)
Like with
No condoms
Tell me, is it just a shell? Where your true colours
You ain’t gotta act like you gotta
play like a Barbie, or fucking Nicky minaj on molly
It’s funny!
How can I break your heart, honey
If it’s made of fucking gummy
Bittersweet, I can’t breathe, I can’t breath
(one more time)
You and me, I can’t breathe, I can’t breath
Baby your lips were too sweet
I think i’ve got diabetes
Baby I can not breathe
I think i’ve got diabetes
Baby your lips were too sweet
I think i’ve got diabetes
Baby I can not breathe
I think i’ve got diabetes
