Oh me oh my ft. Ledere & RMG Quinte Lyrics

She do it, love the way she do it, no hands Yes, she turn around' and pop it, yeah, on a handstand

Yes, she's so fucked up, I asked her, she in love

Baby, I don't know how to love, take a step back, I don't wanna rush

When you do it, do it, do it to me She said, I don't get no fucks, no lie, girl, I want your love

Huh, yeah Baby, what we doin'? Why we not together, we foolin'

Pick your side, pick your side Baby girl's im tired of lies, my heart said me, oh my

Why you break that heart of mine? Fuck your new nigga, he ain't shit

5'5", 6', got him dressed in red I got respect for your feelings, compassion and love

But girl, I feel so dead, feel so dead Maybe I've been stuck in my head

I won't beg, just fall with someone else instead In my bed, I heard every word you said

I can't let the way you move off with my bread

In my head, I'd rather be with you instead I won't let you make me feel the way you did

In my bed, I lie awake but feel so dead Now it's sad, I'd rather just leave you around

All day long, you took away what I call To the dome, is where I'm puttin' all the strong

In my zone, so I know I can't go wrong When it's wrong, I'm gettin' better right below

Chilling with my Lonesome, she hit me up, she want some

How can I break it to ya? I don't wanna do it to ya

Pick your side, pick your side Baby girl i'm tired of lies, my heart is me, oh my

Why you break that heart of mine

Feel so dead, baby I need my meds

Quinte a hustler, you know how he play it Play with my feelings, I start seein' red

Need my meds, need my cup, need my drink Fuck with that thing, Quinte the king, I'ma go to the bank

Give a fuck what these broke niggas think, yeah

I know social with me, bad bitches and she out to get me

Thought I loved her, then I had an epiphan

Try to play with my heart, but you ain't gettin' shit from me

She tryna see how I groove And the Quinte, I stick and I move

And I told her I don't need a tool Told her I don't need a tool

Told her I don't need a tool Told her I don't need a tool She know it wasn't my long song, she hit me up, she won't stop

How can I break his hand? I don't wanna do it to him

Pick your side, pick your side Baby girl's hot on mine, my heart's in me, oh my

Why you break that heart of mine

Need my meds, baby, I need my meds They coming, got me dead, oh, need my meds, oh

Need my meds, I need my meds Baby, I need my meds