Paycheck, Dom Soto, Chef Zoot - Løvin Øn Me lyrics
[Paycheck, Dom Soto, Chef Zoot - Løvin Øn Me lyrics]
I don't pick up when these bitches be callin
Me girl just stop hittin' my phone
Chips on the table it's all on the line
Bitch I'm all in the fuck do you know?
Exhalin' the past hoes you
Flakers just hopin
I choke but inside know I won't
Make up yo mind girl I'm crossin' the
Line say the word and we'll go
I'm breakin' it down bring it back
To the pad and we'll blow
I ain't talkin' bout coke
Securin' the bag it make my haters mad back
It up laugh it off you's a joke
Where is the love? Got me askin everyday
But I wonder if I want that?
Wonder do you want want that too?
Cause I’m feeling real sick with out you
So Now I’m without you feeling way better
Old hoes they gonn doubt you
Saying love is pain
Well I’m thinking that it’s now true
Thinking that it’s now true
Run it right back now
Girl I’m in my feelings but
I’m askin what bout you
You broke my heart, or did I break yours?
Or did we both break it
Now it’s closed doors
Don’t hit me up on the weekends
If you know me
I don’t mess with any weak friends
Get out of the door give me respect
And do not try and come back when I reach it