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Lyrics
Verse 1
I’d rather her over dicks
No texts back, no pics
Ain’t nobody got me pressed
He still beggin’ for a kiss
Had my lil phase, I admit it
But I’m way past tryna fix it
They lie once, then double down
So I moved on and I meant it
Talk slick but can’t back it
Tryna wife me off my jacket
They soft boys, I’m savage
I lost count, I ain’t trackin’
Verse 2
They ask why I’m bitter — I’m not
I’m just bored, and the bar’s too low
Tryna impress me with what?
Done tryna fix what ain't yours
I’d rather kiss her, spend four
Days straight just locked in indoors
[BEAT SWITCH UP - FLOW SWITCH UP]
Fluid Verse / Hook Intercut
Yeah, yeah
I don’t want him, baby, I want her (uh)
Lace me up, let’s make it hurt (brrt)
He blow up my phone? That nerve
Can’t even last, what you think I deserve?
(mini chant)
Say my name — she bite her lip
Say it again — she lose her grip
Legs up, face down, lose your shit
I don’t fake nothin’, I move legit
Panty line tight with a strap in it
She blow my back, I’m back in it
Pillow talk? I’m packin’ it
Done with him, no backslidin’ it
(mini hook)
Yeah, I like her on top, no brakes
Grip my hair, make the whole bed shake
She moanin’ loud with the “oh my—wait”
I don’t do love, but I might next date
(hook repeat line)
Hands on thighs, make time stop
Grind don’t lie, that drip drop
She don’t beg, she just unlock
I'm the one, she call nonstop
(spaced bars)
She say I taste like peaches (mmm)
Told her, “Eat, no speeches”
He say he “missed this kitty”
Told him, “Go find Jesus” (bye)
(mini chant)
No boys, no stress
No texts, no guess
Just her, no less
Sit here and disconnect
Verse 3
Boy, you weak, can’t stand ten toes
Talk big shit but it’s all for show
Post shit like you run it
But you folded quick when the truth got told
Tryna gas me up like kerosene
But you broke, and your rep too lean
Whole city know you ain’t what you seem
Begged me once, then begged me twice
Down bad in DMs, but you act all nice
Tell your boys you “cut me off” — all lies
It was me that left, don’t rewrite
Run your mouth, I don’t gotta prove it
But I got the screenshots to prove it
(brrt)