Four ft. 3XIS Lyrics

You know you fuckin' with the wrong one

I'm the right selection

In love with how you walk around in love with your complexion

I ain't never asked for much, baby, just give me the affection

She gone call me, tell me that's wassup, and that the sex close to perfection

Words powerful I learned my lesson

I walk around, I'm looking for somebody

Know I get to stepping, cold how they love a boy

Cold, how they love a boy

You watch me die

I try to hide

The fact that I cried for you

You watch me die

I try to hide

The fact the I cried for you

I can admit that I'm a little insecure

But all I ever wanted was your love and nothing more

And now my new hobby, collecting bodies, let them hit the floor

My body cold to the touch, heart feel like the snow

I got a new ring, new drip, tupac

Celebrate my death when I die, you go, hoorah

We get drunk off that, drink off that, Ciroc

Now the sky real clear, wait, okay, the sky real clear

So you come all in here, then I come all in you

Then we gon' disappear

You're scratching at my back while I'm moaning in your ear

I'm holding you real tight cause you know that you my dear

My dear, my dear my dear my

My dear, my dear my

My dear, my dear my

Like what is trust

Is it us or is it me

Why is trust so hard to see

Why is trust so hard to see

Broken hearted, soul collecting, lover boy time reflecting

How to fuck I'm posed to be when I really hate my reflection

Caught in my emotions, buy a diamond just to hide affections

Self projection problems, causing drama, with your mom about me

Okay, I'm seeing how you lying, that's a problem

Who the fuck that nigga in your comments

Get him gone, then he gone, that's no problem

Not till I seen you flicking up, you sent them hearts up in your comments

Bitch, now why you lying

On my momma, you can see you wasn't trying

Won't hide the fact you was motherfucking lying

I got the proof inside the pudding stirrup in, so you crying

I hit his jack, he hit me back, I got connects

I hit your phone, that bitch was just about your neck

Now you talking out your neck, you sorry this, you sorry that

Shut the fuck up, lil' bitch, I'll still shoot you in your

Hollon , that's a whole nother story

I ain't finna get into that shit

Let me stop, bitch