DELETED VOICEMAILS ft. BIGG KO & FaBrIcE Lyrics

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I'm out here trying to give you the world so you can set this shit on fire

Excuse me if I'm lacking emotion, tension, desire

Bitches hot out in these streets and I'm plugged in like a wire

I get sick and tired of you telling me you might be

Sorry, not sorry, at least I hit your voicemail

Damn, girl, I'm trying. Heard you out here selling pussy

Nah, baby, don't buy it. 1942 when it tastes like your finest

Left my heart up in your bed. Don't tell me that you ain't find it

You was on my line when I got pulled into your ocean

I like the way you move, but I can't keep up with your motion

Heavy on that potion. I keep telling you that it won't fix whatever's broken

Behind closed doors is out the way it's in the open

I would hit your Snapchat, but you don't even snapback

Let's be honest, baby, I ain't sending you no cash app

Candy-coated raindrops, you ain't never had that

About to leave the studio, I swear on my last track

Bad bitches everywhere, ain't nothing like my last snap

You keep having flashbacks, you gotta get past that

Your little sister fine, we both knowing that that ass fat

Keep it in the family, now it's something you can't laugh at

You do what you wanna do, I'm right here where the cash at

Love in the studio, I promise this my last track

Yeah, this my last track

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Yeah, lately I've been keeping to myself cause I don't like y'all

Y'all so detrimental to my health, I might just fight y'all

I'm overextending past my limits, I just might fall

In a way you leaving me, I think it was the right call

Worried about my fam cause they come first

And they had my back when a nigga needed comfort

Smoking on that pack, got me coughing till my lungs hurt

When I get that bag, I'll stay hidden like a bunker

Think it's better if we don't know what the other one is doing

If you love em you should let go

Otherwise it might ruin you

It might ruin you

Yeah, you

It might ruin you

You

It might ruin you

Yeah, you

It might ruin you

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