DND Lyrics

I'm sorry, but the person you called has a voicemail box that has not been set up yet

Goodbye

Don't call this number anymore

Cause I won't be there for you like I was before

I should have listened to my friends, they always know best

They said you were just all the rest

I'm singing loud in case you already know

You wanna fuck with me, the truth is you fucked up

Told your friends you could hit, but you didn't

Now I'm stuck up, them same niggas smiling in your face

They'll stab you in your back, fake friends

What you give them niggas trust for? A pussy, but you begging for it

And don't ask me about no baby like a ring

What you said, you ain't ready for it

Time alone, I'm preparing for it

Cause we ain't been together long, cup full and you steady pouring

These hoes sleeping, yeah, they steady snoring

I can't even hit the club and buy a drink cause it get really boring, damn

Curved half of the city plus your man

And that's why I be popping on the gram, understand

I don't give a fuck, never really did

This nigga don't even love me, I can't give this nigga kids

I can't let this nigga hit, he a bitch and I see that

You telling me I'm scorned, if I am, let me be that

If I'm worth it, he gon' see that, so I guess you ain't the one

Can't break my self-esteem cause you depressed, have fun

Matter of fact, have one, it's a penny for your thought

And you ain't gotta go home, but yeah, you gotta get lost, real talk

Call it patience, but I never really learned that

If you showing me you fake, but it's a bridge, I'll burn that

Still struggle before I turn back, cause all help ain't help

And I really had to learn that

Wheels spinning, but where my turn at

And you want me to trust you, but be for real, did you earn that

B-100, where your concern at

I reflect what I am giving, give to me, I'ma return that

And yeah, I was tripping hard when you weren't there

Had to lift myself back up the here, let's make it clear, like, damn

Curved half of the city plus your man

And that's why I be popping on the gram, understand

I don't give a fuck, never really did

This nigga don't even love me, I can't give this nigga kids

I can't let this nigga hit, he a bitch and I see that

You telling me I'm scorned, if I am, let me be that

If I'm worth it, he gon' see that, so I guess you ain't the one

Can't break my self-esteem, cause you depressed, have fun

Matter of fact, have one, it's a penny for your thought

And you ain't gotta go home, but yeah, you gotta get lost, real talk

Kwa

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