All Da Tea ft. Joe Thunda$torm Lyrics

Why you on the street? See you go out every fucking weekend

And you try and come and find me, don't know what you seeing

We don't speak, but I see you lying, why you tweaking?

And I know you with your bitches, but why is you leaving?

We gon' meet

I know you in some heat

And you don't care about it, you forget what you don't need

But you gon' tell me about it, you gon' spill me all the tea

And you won't tell 'em about me, yeah I know that you a freak

And you could never leave

See you with another nigga

So why the fuck you go and lie about it?

I ain't never pulled a trigger, but for you, you know I'll die about it

See me up, got 50 bands in my hands, yeah, so go cry about it

What city you land in? I'ma spend a band, and go and fly about it

Please come tell me why all of your groupies sending me hate for

Ima have to go and refund me all of them titties that I paid for

I'm the one that sent a Uber to your friend's house, so why are you late for?

And why you playing all these games for?

Why you on the street? See you go out every fucking weekend

And you try and come and find me, don't know what you seeing

We don't speak, but I see you lying, why you tweaking?

And I know you with your bitches, but why is you leaving?

We gon' meet

I know you in some heat

And you don't care about it, you forget what you don't need

But you gon' tell me about it, you gon' spill me all the tea

And you won't tell them about me, yeah I know that you a freak

And you could never leave

Fuck all that shit that you telling your friends

Fuck all that better as friends

Fuck all that shit that you talking about, talking about you ain't gon' need me again

Acting like you ain't gon' text me again

Y'all know this shit, but I'm a go-getter

Ima go with you in the end

I know women like you go better with a roll in your hand

In the Rolls with you while I'm holding your hand

You can hold 50 bands

Turn a minivan to a sprinter van

I can turn a O to a 10

I can turn a hoe out to fam

But I'd rather take you home, stop playing

What you acting lost for?

I want you to take it all off, baby

We finna hit it off, hit it raw

Hit your wall, hit the mall later

Fuck the DaVinci store up

Then we roll out, then we roll up, baby

I'll get you tore up, get your toes done

Get your flow now, baby

Why you on the street?

See you go out every fucking weekend

And you try and come and find me, don't know what you seeing

We don't speak, but I see you lying, why you tweaking?

And I know you with your bitches, but why is you leaving?

We gon' meet

I know you in some heat

And you don't care about it, you forget what you don't need

But you gon' tell me about it, you gon' spill me all the tea

And you won't tell them about me, yeah I know that you a freak

And you could never leave

I'm around, acting like you still care

I'm around, acting like we're so much better

It's broken

It's way too late for you

To be talking in my phone