Ericdoa - sheaskedwhatmylifeislike lyrics
[Ericdoa - sheaskedwhatmylifeislike lyrics]
(Ah, aha, Uh)
(Ah)
I feel like everything just a waste of time
You giving up your heart
I'll have to give you mine he talkin' shit
I cut the snakes off of the grapevine
She say I cut it close
I'm making racks through the e mail
drop it on some clothes
I just hopped in the Uber
I don't like to drive
Speed dial on the bros
Know they all gon' slide
DOA, I'ma kill 'em soon as I arrive
She wanna see how I live
I'll show you what it's like
I'm talking payment, rave shit
People on some fake shit
Hair done, square one, we just tryna make it
Party girl
Drop a couple thousand on some fake lips
Molly rock, she put it on her tongue
Can't even taste it
Walking, stop asking if I
Need some other options
Pop shit, every song I'm making, bet I top it
Target, I got 'em talking 'bout me
I'ma topic
Heard he talking out his neck, pussy
Stop this
Ayy, lit like a match stick
Stretch like elastic
Posted in the back, got the bag
Goin' spastic his new song? Trashed it
Her new man? Tragic
On my neck got moonstones
Her man got plastic (yeah, yeah)
Gettin' blood on my sneakers
I'm asking boy if he had enough
I got bitches in my DM's, they tweaking
This shit not adding up
I swear they think they funny
Look at me, boy, i'm not cracking up
Bell just rang
And you the one that we packin' up
You inside her comments
But I don't think she need saving
He hasn't paid his rent
But he flexing all his savings
Hop inside the pit, bitch, I'm lit
You can't save him
They was talking 'bout me? Time to
Get back to what I'm saying
I'm talking payment, rave shit
People on some fake shit
Hair done, square one, we just tryna make it
Party girl
Drop a couple thousand on some fake lips
Molly rock, she put it on her tongue
Can't even taste it
Walking, stop asking if I
Need some other options
Pop shit, every song I'm making, bet I top it
Target, I got 'em talking 'bout me
I'ma topic
Heard he talking out his neck, pussy
Stop this
(Ah)
I feel like everything just a waste of time
You giving up your heart
I'll have to give you mine he talkin' shit
I cut the snakes off of the grapevine
She say I cut it close
I'm making racks through the e mail
drop it on some clothes
I just hopped in the Uber
I don't like to drive
Speed dial on the bros
Know they all gon' slide
DOA, I'ma kill 'em soon as I arrive
She wanna see how I live
I'll show you what it's like
I'm talking payment, rave shit
People on some fake shit
Hair done, square one, we just tryna make it
Party girl
Drop a couple thousand on some fake lips
Molly rock, she put it on her tongue
Can't even taste it
Walking, stop asking if I
Need some other options
Pop shit, every song I'm making, bet I top it
Target, I got 'em talking 'bout me
I'ma topic
Heard he talking out his neck, pussy
Stop this
Ayy, lit like a match stick
Stretch like elastic
Posted in the back, got the bag
Goin' spastic his new song? Trashed it
Her new man? Tragic
On my neck got moonstones
Her man got plastic (yeah, yeah)
Gettin' blood on my sneakers
I'm asking boy if he had enough
I got bitches in my DM's, they tweaking
This shit not adding up
I swear they think they funny
Look at me, boy, i'm not cracking up
Bell just rang
And you the one that we packin' up
You inside her comments
But I don't think she need saving
He hasn't paid his rent
But he flexing all his savings
Hop inside the pit, bitch, I'm lit
You can't save him
They was talking 'bout me? Time to
Get back to what I'm saying
I'm talking payment, rave shit
People on some fake shit
Hair done, square one, we just tryna make it
Party girl
Drop a couple thousand on some fake lips
Molly rock, she put it on her tongue
Can't even taste it
Walking, stop asking if I
Need some other options
Pop shit, every song I'm making, bet I top it
Target, I got 'em talking 'bout me
I'ma topic
Heard he talking out his neck, pussy
Stop this