Get Out My Fridge ft. Urs Truly Franklin Lyrics

You're not welcome here

Had a conversation with the man in the mirror

You and I both know you take and take and never give

Don't know where you finna go, just know it won't be here

I can't get rid of you

Doesn't matter what I do

I can't get rid of you

I can't get rid of you

Doesn't matter what I do I can't get rid of you

Trait Razor Biiitch!

What your mama like? (What ya mama like?)

What happened in your life that made you all drama-like? (What made you all drama-like?)

I invited you to chill, but to be real when you show up acting all black and white

Day and night

Fight or flight

To be honest, that ain't really what my life is like (lemme show ya what my life is like)

I'm about keeping it simple, having a good time while I'm here

I like to connect good people, make music, level up my career

And I know I got a rep for connecting bitches in the bedroom, but don't make it weird

All I'm saying is if you're gon' be here, you gotta live a little, gotta ditch the fear

I paid for all the drinks (No Problem)

I cleared time out my schedule (No Problem)

I gave you undivided attention (No Problem)

I came out with an open mind

But all you gave me was bad vibes

Matter of fact, ignore the welcome mat

You're not welcome back

You're not welcome here

Had a conversation with the man in the mirror

You and I both know you take and take and never give

Don't know where you finna go, just know it won't be here, no

You're not welcome here

You're not welcome here

You and I both know that's life, I know it don't seem fair

Don't know where you finna go, just know it won't be here

You're not welcome here (here)

I had to distill it, I had to make it clear (clear)

I had to get so lit, I had to disappear

Two handles of liquor and about 60 beers

I told her shit been poppin' off, I don't got time to see her

She wanna get a BBL, a Birkin and Veneers

She asked me "Daddy Please?" and I said "No my dear"

I let 'em run away cause I ain't Richard Gere

She's steal my socks, she wear my clothes and everyone knows that I ain't fine with that (fine with that)

(I can't get rid of you)

And she even hid my favorite hat, gonna find that shit and then I gotta hide it back (hide it back)

(No matter what I do, I can't get rid of you)

Get out my fridge, up off my sofa, the last two weeks you been reclinin' back

Got to knew that mouth when I flew you out But it's bout that time for me to fly you back (fly you back)

You're not welcome here