Lyrics:
liz
Doing bits
We getting all friendly
I'm racking it up
My pockets getting a bit too heavy
I can see why they envy me
Cu I'm the MVP
I don't wanna dead
I know my musics cold, so, I know why they envy
I've been getting my cash up lately, now, they wan act all friendly
Like I remember you vaguely, now,
leavin'
Please give me a reason, nothin' could ever change me
I'm missin' my, baby, think I'm goin' crazy
(Why did you leave me?)
You can't leave me by
of expressing
Fuck what y'all be talking about
I can't fuck with none of these hoes
I can't fall in love with a pussy bitch
I'm not folding
I love when girls
daily façade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself (myself)
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can't rely on myself (myself)
I ask
daily façade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself (myself)
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can't rely on myself (myself)
I ask
Go
Go Go
(I'm on my best bullshit)
I got so many hoes I can't even keep count of these bitches
On god (Yung Klypto, KOG Shit, Nigga)
Annie a gobbler
(yeah)
She act like she a good girl
She fucking on Chris, Shane, Bellamy (who)
But who am I to complain I'm fucking on Liz, Mae, and Emily (yeah)
Who am I
She can't even blink I can't even think
The pussy turn red straight from the pain
She's all up in Mink I can channel her
She's know that I came with
back cuz the past can't last
Except when I think of Liz cuz she paved my mind like that
I ain't joking, that bitch never loved me, but she taught me
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
with G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I mean
Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant chemist
American Cream Team, billion buck spenders
Team]
I lace my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I mean
Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant chemist
American Cream
place
Wipe the tears with dollar bills
Washington know all the biz
Rest in peace my auntie Liz
Y'all live to die, I'll die to live
Been outgrew telling
Liz Taylor, the way that most of y'all are dead late on me (late)
Lost thirty pounds but I still had dead weight on me
Press play on me, you'll hear
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
pressed
Imma flex
Wassup, it’s Ali bitch
I swear if you bitches flex on me again
Imma cut your throat
And Imma flex on you
Bitch
Liz here
Imma work
Imma
lighter what the fuck?
I can't find my lighter
And this is so fucked up
Hey my lighter what the fuck
I can't find my lighter
And this is so fucked up
So
see why you were crying a lot
Meanwhile, you broke my heart so I wrote freestyles
About how much I hate you bitch
You make me sick
And I don't care if
Nobody but me to blame
For losing all this love
Hope is the greatest expectation
And I'll never learn how to give up
Words & Music by Lori McKenna & Liz
huh, huh, huh, bitch, come here
Don't know why you runnin' her car, I ain't back
My young nigga reckless, don't know how to act
Don't work for Liz, we
I thought she had to have it
Since the first time she came
Who knows the situation
Mysteries do remain
And now I wonder why
I breakdown when I
go, where I go, I don't know
I just can't help myself, so
Why do I do, what I do, when I do
Well, I can say so or I just don't know
Boys will be boys
Be good to me
And I really don't see
Why it's so hard to be good to me?
And you know, I don't understand
What's your plan that you can't be good
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