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Ty Dolla $ign - Fight Club lyrics

Artist: Ty Dolla $ign

album: Cheers to the Best Memories


Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign
You say that you're leavin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You tired of feeling like you reachin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just can't deal with my demons no more
You don't want me in my DM's no more
You don't wanna be the secret no more
Girl, that ain't no reason you should treat me so cold, oh, woah
Don't want a reason, no (no)
Don't wanna speak no more, hey
Can't even beef no more (more)
Just give me the keys tomorrow (keys)
Said you need a man who knows how to meet demands
But how could you say that? Oh, you better take it back
'Cause if you had a twin, I would still choose you, girl (girl, I'd choose you)
I just need to love like I used to you, yeah (like I used to)
You said that you're feeling like I used you, yeah
You always said I'd lose you
You're right, you're right (you're right)
You're right, you're right (you're right)
You're right, you're right this time (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
You're right, you're right (you're right)
You're right, you're right (you're right)
You're right, you're right this time (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Girl, you're right about it
We ain't gotta fight about it
Soon as you put that mouth on me, girl, I forget about it
Trust, we ain't shit without the love
I can't live without, you baby
That's why your love
No way you love on me, keep runnin' through my mind
I eat it in the mornin', leave you satisfied
Come through and beat it up before we say good night
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-woah
'Cause if you had a twin, I would still choose you, yeah (girl, I'd choose you)
I'm just tryna love like you like I used to, yeah (like I used to)
We both tired of the same bullshit (yeah)
I ain't got no excuses
You're right, you're right (you're right)
You're right, you're right (you're right)
You're right, you're right this time (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
You're right, you're right (you're right)
You're right, you're right (you're right)
You're right (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Bitches-bitches fell in love with that outside dick
That outside dick keep them hoes sick
Bitches-bitches fell in love with that outside dick
That outside dick keep them hoes sick

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