It's Torrian
It's dedicated to all the fuckboys out there
The good fire
Ain't you sick of him playing games with your head
Using you for your body
Juicing you for the breed
The only time he love you when he's in between your legs
When he's out with his homies you won't even get a text
But when it's three in the morning he always call for a ride
Ain't he the main reason them tears is in your eyes
He don't respect your mind
And how you feeling inside
All he do is tell lies
And text what you doing
Too young and immature
He's only in it for self
To be honest you were just another notch on his belt
If he loved you like he said
He would prove the way he felt
Instead of giving attention away
To somebody else
If your man fits this description
You should leave him in an instant
And let him fall victim to them nothing ass bitches
Stop blowing up his phone
He don't deserve em naked pictures
If he did then he wouldn't be showing 'em to his niggas
Now you don't wanna lose him
But you gotta remove him
Erase him out of your memory
Act like you never knew him
These are some signs that you can't avoid
To prevent you falling for these lil' fuckboys
He a fuckboy
Tell that nigga he a fuckboy
Stop falling for these fuckboys
If you knew better
You do better
Fuck that nigga he a fuckboy
Tell that nigga he a fuckboy
Stop falling for these fuckboys
If you knew better
You do better
Fuck that nigga he a fuckboy
(All my pretty ladies put your hands up)
(If you can't stand 'em fuckboys put your hands up)
(If you don't fuck with fuckboys put your hands up)
(Put your hands up)
(Put your hands up)
(Put your hands up)
(All my pretty ladies put your hands up)
(If you can't stand 'em fuckboys put your hands up)
(If you don't fuck with fuckboys put your hands up)
(Put your hands up)
(Put your hands up)
(Put your hands up)