(She think I'm cute, she wanna have sex)
She think I'm-
She think I'm-
She think I'm-
Uh, she think I'm cute, she wanna have sex (damn)
How many bitches can fit up in my Tesla?
Your bitch, I think, is the answer to that question
My ex drunk texting, leave her on read like
Damn, let her rest in peace
Leave my heart with the rest of me
I got one text left in me
Send her flower emojis, you're dead to me
And it hurt, we were falling in love in October
You want closure, call when you're sober
A ghost in the phone, you're cold but I'm colder
Collecting their souls to fill the holes, you left me!
Wait a second, these hoes not ready
Poppin' out the back of an all-black Chevy
Right left, right left, swing the blade both ways
Thought I told you, "Listen pussy, you can't keep at my pace"
Like uh
I said it's over, baby
'Cause you poisoned my soul and there's no debating
Like a kiss from a rose, our doom was fated
Old relations grow complacent, I hate it
But how could you hate me, but need me gravely?
You would fade into grey when the rain was breaking
In the face of a change, you would fake to snake me
You belong to the streets, you don't need no AP
(He cold, she belongs to the streets!)
Come on baby, please don't be such a tease
I'm tryna calculate exactly how you got in them jeans
Don't bring him to the party, whole gang on the scene
Got his dome in sight (kon)
Dead in a blink
Running for your life, black dress, blood oozing
Heart fade to black, drove a stake right through it
Got an urn full of souls of all the lives you ruined
Carve it in her tombstone
"Bitch, you blew it!"
(Well that's not very haunted house of you, now is it?)
♪
She think I'm-
She think I'm-
She think I'm-
(Revenge!)
She think I'm cute, she wanna have sex (damn)
How many bitches can fit up in my Tesla?
Your bitch, I think, is the answer to that question
My ex drunk texting, leave her on read like
Damn, let her in peace
Leave my heart with the rest of me
I got one text left in me
Send her flower emojis, you're-
She think I'm cute, she wanna have sex (damn)
How many bitches can fit up in my Tesla?
Your bitch, I think, is the answer to that question
My ex drunk texting, leave her on read like
Damn, let her in peace
Leave my heart with the rest of me
I got one text left in me
Send her flower emojis, you're dead to me