Cold Pizza (feat. Molasses) [Remix]

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I remember trappin' out the bando, eatin' cold pizza with the socks and the sandals
You used to be my lover, now you just a fuckin' rando
Gave you the world, but you just gave me the samples
I used to be a Romeo, and you were the fair damsel
You stole my fuckin' life, now I got credit cards to cancel
You said I was a dick, because you was a asshole
Runnin' circles round the same rope like we're swingin' lassos
All the stupid arguments, baby girl I'm past those
Baby, you my first love, ain't nothin' like my last ho
I remember eatin' cold pizza, now these rappers hit my phone up askin' for a feature
I got some shit to teach ya, baby I'ma teach ya
Used to sit back and watch the game, now I'm gettin' brain behind the bleachers
Everyone lies to your face, it starts with nice to meet ya
Remember rockin' filas, now we in our feelings
Used to sit in class, starin' at the ceiling
Now they see us through a glass, they can't even feel us
Blinded by the fake so much, they don't even know the real us
Lost in a world full of lies, you don't know what to trust
If you don't got a pair of Timbs, get the f*ck off the bus
Ain't used to have a TV, boy we stared up at the candles
Speakin' nothing, but the truth will probably get you canceled
I broke her heart, left it in shambles, guess our love is now dismantled
I gave her the world, but I guess she couldn't handle
Gave each other hella chances, yeah I'm talkin' ample
Told me to scram, now my feelings are scrambled
Spendin' time with her is a motherfuckin' gamble
Everything I say can always lead to a battle
I'm takin' all my shit, bitch, give me my flannel
Don't wanna see your face no more, so I'll just change the channel
Yeah, pull up with your bitch, cause I'll make that hoe horny
She hop on my dick like I hop on a horns beat
If you talkin' shit, got a lil' friend you can meet
She walk all on you like she walk cross the street
Don't stay strapped with a gun, cause I got hands and feet
You talkin' to me, hit your face with the cleat
Pull up with my bros, you gon' get your ass beat
I f*ck your bitch like every day of the week
Run up on me, little boy, you too weak
Cut off his tongue so he can't even speak
We got Franki in the stu, tell em Franki
Tell him Franki
Eatin' Cold pizza like we had no gas, though
Bitch on my lap, she's skinny, but got hands tho
Left her conflicted, but I gave a rack though
And she flip my stacks so now we got like four of those
Four of those
Whippin' that bitch marley flexin' his cash flow
Sharing Cold pizza with seven, weird band hoes
Band hoes
These bitches so fake, but they blow like a task force
She think I'm a saint, but I leave her in shambles
Chains on your ankles and noose around your man's throat
I don't rap. I don't fuckin' rap
I guess Frankie don't rap
Made her hop on a song, though
She hit from the back like she hit in the bong tho
Smack your girl ass like we playin' the bongos, yo
Do you remember trappin' at the bando
Eatin' Cold pizza with the socks and the sandals
Used to be my lover, now she's just a fuckin' rando
A rando

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