I don′t know, I don't know what′s wrong with you girls
I feel like y'all don't need love
You need somebody who could micro-manage you
You know what I′m sayin′? Tell you right from wrong
Who's smart from who′s the fool
Which utensil to use for which food, like
I got a schedule to attend to though
I can't really
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You bitches really get carried away
Makin′ mistakes then you beg me to stay
Got me wiggin' on you like I′m Arrogant Tae
You got my mind in a terrible place
Whipped and chained you like American slaves
Act like you not, used to share it in space
I met the nigga you thought could replace
How were there even comparisons made?
Bitch, next time, I swear on my grandmother grave
I'm slimin' you for them kid choices you made
Slimin′ you out, slimin′ you out, slimin' you out
Ayy, this ain′t the littest, I could get on you bitches
Send wires on wires on wires, like Idris
Lucky that I don't take back what was given
I could have you on payment plan ′til you're 150
And my slime right here, she got some bars for y′all niggas
So I'ma fall back and let SZA talk her shit for a minute
Slimin' you out, slimin′ you out, slimin′ you out
Damn, these niggas got me so twisted
I done fuck you so real, but play bitch on my line
I can feel what you spendin'
Got too much pride to let no burn nigga slime me out
Pull up, go right around, my night, got time
Let′s discuss all those lies about
Fightin' out here, like you dickin′ me out
And I ain't even comin′ over it now
And you ain't 'bout the shit you rappin′ about
And I can spin the ho, I′m airin' it out
I′m goin' on like it′s sawed off
You tell these hoes you ain't cuddlin′
But with me you know, doing all that shit
You tellin' these hoes you ain't trickin′ off
But with me you know, go get it all
How you niggas get so carried away?
Trippin′ when that dick gets barely third place
Fucked out of pity, it's cute that you lame
Damn, ′cause there's men that can fake liking sex
Slimin′ you out, I'm slimin′ you out, I'm slimin' you out
Oh-woah, woah
Yeah, January, you pretend to see life clearly, yearly
February is the time that you put the evil eye and the pride aside
For the fantasy of gettin′ married, very scary
March got you already second guessin′ titles
April, Spring is here and just like a spring you start to spiral
May brings somethin' warm that you in the poolside gettin′ fairy tales
June have you movin' ice cold, goin′ back and forth with a married man
July, that's when I found out you lied
August, it was "Baby this", "Baby that", like you had your tube′s tied
September, we fallin' off, and I'm still the man you tryna win over
October is all about me, ′cause your time should′ve been over
November, got your new boy, that's for next year and you′re single
December the gift givin' month and now you wanna rekindle
Tryna build trust, you and me, and then he ends, how they tryna bag you?
Ironic how the news I got about you ended up bein′ bad news
Get a nigga hit for fifty racks, girl, the beef cost, like it's Wagyu
Give that nigga head, I′ll make his ass see the light, like a half-moon
Dropped the QC, pretty sure I made P M's, like it's past noon
All I really know is W′s and M′s, life lookin' like a bathroom
All I really know is M bags, like I drove through in with a fast food
Sayin′ that I'm too guarded with my feelings, who the fuck even asked you?
Seven bodyguards, just in case somebody really wanna try and crash through
Don′t know why I listen to you when I hear you talkin', tell me it′s some half truth
If I don't play it, ran it, it look like an old hairstyle, girl, that's past due
If I don′t—
What the fuck?
Like I
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Chris Powell, Noah James Shebib, Solana I. Rowe, Dalton Tennant, Noel Newman Sean Cadastre, Benjamin Saint Fort, Grant Lapointe
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