Mystique Lyrics

Hey Richie

I was just calling to hear your voice

I miss you

So hit me back

I got amnesia , I ain't seen you in a while, refresh my memory

She wanna know the kid sexually

I did my business professionally

One click of this button, you gone from existence

I got my body covered up in lipstick

I gotta bad bitch

She not from this earth

She not from this world

But she look like she's Mystique

Really need you're love that shit vital

And they sing my songs back, like recital

Yeah, you're cool, but you don't need a title

Pissed me off now I'm starting to get spiteful

I gotta work on my anger

She on my phone, she like, what's up stranger

I hit her back like, what's up stranger?

Incase there's an problem

I brought in the banger

Don't you fold my designer clothes, put this shit up on a hanger

We got all type of bitches, got vibes, we got hoes, we got flavors

She get on my nerves, sometimes I love her, sometimes I hate her

I did it on accident, I ain't mean to take her

Feel upgraded, got a faster whip. Upgraded, I got me a badder bitch

I think she's on us, we gotta leave real quick

We can link up and meet up later

Like I graduated, I need my paper

She pull up and bounce it, ride it and she shake

Cute bitch, thick bitch, with a slim lil' waist

Bad bitches, wanna smoke, bad bitches, just wanna drink

How many more shots you gonna take

How many more pills can I take now

Geeked off the percs and she's off the x

At my hill, that's where we make out

I was out late geeking, tryna get a check

She mad at me cause I stayed out

I was out late geeking, getting packs in

With the gang late out

I took your bitch, that's my bae now

I told Victoria, keep us a secret we'er private

I threw a party with bad bitches

No niggas allowed in this bitch, only gang

This shit private

She never tried to her a geeky

She said how'd it feel

And I told her straight up, you should try it

Added shit up while money just minused

She put up on me, gave me mhm and I liked it

I got amnesia , I ain't seen you in a while, refresh my memory

She wanna know the kid sexually

I did my business professionally

One click of this button, you gone from existence

I got my body covered up in lipstick

I gotta bad bitch

She not from this earth

She not from this world

But she look like she's Mystique

Really need your love that shit vital

And they sing my songs back, like recital

Yeah, you're cool, but you don't need a title

Pissed me off now I'm starting to get spiteful

I gotta work on my anger

She on my phone, she like, what's up stranger

I hit her back like, what's up stranger?

Incase there's an problem

I brought in the banger