Never Look Back Lyrics

(Ugh)

(Nothing lost, nothing gained)

(Except for all this pain)

(Look)

Now I never look back, only hold me back

Raps is on the pad, got the mic in the lab, it's like that

And only that, got a bad lil' bitch, she got an Only Fans

No cap, she like that I rap

No Double D shit when I talk bout racks

All facts, yeah, ugh, it's all facts

Yeah, look

Now I been at it, mind on the money, for the money bitch I'm an addict

She focused on sucking dick and fuckin but I cant have it

Actually l let it slide, cause her body one of a kind and I don't mind

I'm feeling her thighs, same time she feeling the vibe

I said I want to get to know you baby, you pretty lady and make you mine

Maybe later we could fade away up in the sky

Having deep conversations relating about our lives

Yeah

But you a big girl now, got it all figured out

I can see you been crying baby, what's all that about

I be building us up, but you breaking us down

And when I hang up, know you change up, got to throw in towel

Cause I don't live like that

But if you wanna get freaky baby let's get like that, it's just you

Ugh, but fuck is the difference

I be feeling on your hips, we might fuck in the kitchen

I be kissing on your lips, dripping something delicious

Hands tight around your wrist, know my loving vicious

But the way you been moving lately got me hella suspicious

I be thinking she cheating on me whenever she acting different

I be thinking she plotting on me whenever she with the bitches

She been talking and talking, to be honest I never listen, like

Now I never look back, only hold me back

Raps is on the pad, got the mic in the lab, it's like that

And only that, got a bad lil' bitch, she got an Only Fans

No cap, she like that I rap

No Double D shit when I talk bout racks

All facts, yeah, ugh, it's all facts

Yeah, look

But I you forgive you, part of me will miss you

Pardon me, the shit I say is prolly finna' hit you

I been in my bag so leave a message at the ring tone

I be with my shawty all my songs she gon' sing along

I'm just tryna hit though, then I gotta dip though

We gotta stay low key, so I gotta tip toe

Heard you got a new man, I got a new bitch though

Heard he wanna throw hands but I got a stick though

Tell me how that make sense, yeah, none of this shit make sense man

Look, I been running

Going hard, drumming

Finna' be star new car how I'm coming

You ain't going far at all you nothing

I could never fall stand tall, who wasn't

Swear I been the toughest, put it on my cousin

Anybody got a problem put em' in the oven

Now I never look back, only hold me back

Raps is on the pad, got the mic in the lab, it's like that

And only that, got a bad lil' bitch, she got an Only Fans

No cap, she like that I rap

No Double D shit when I talk bout racks

All facts, yeah, ugh, it's all facts