Still Lyrics

Fucked her best friend

But she still wanna fuck with me

And I fucked her mama

But she still wanna fuck with me

I just wrecked her Honda

But she still wanna fuck with me

And I’m full of drama

But she still wanna fuck with me

Stole from the offering

But she still wanna fuck with me

Hit her never call her

But she still wanna fuck with me

Took her last dollar

But she still wanna fuck with me

Lipstick on my collar

But she still wanna fuck with me

We don’t make plans naw

She just go with the flow yea

Might get me a hand job

Then I’m back on the go yea

Leave a little something on the nightstand

Cuz she like to shop yea

Ask me will I be home by night end

Probably not yea

These ain’t no laces in my true religion

But they holding knots yea

SOBs tryna book me next week

Be right with that gwop yea

My nigga T London up next

Ain’t none of y’all taking his spot yea

Be close to a bomb shelter

You gon need it the moment he drop

Ready or not yea

Fucked her best friend

But she still wanna fuck with me

And I fucked her mama

But she still wanna fuck with me

I just wrecked her Honda

But she still wanna fuck with me

And I’m full of drama

But she still wanna fuck with me

Stole from the offering

But she still wanna fuck with me

Hit her never call her

But she still wanna fuck with me

Took her last dollar

But she still wanna fuck with me

Lipstick on my collar

But she still wanna fuck with me

Lil bitch she a thot yea

But she right with that top yea

She asked me to wife her never

But I can still give her her props yea

She only 5 feet tall

But that throat 6’5” dawg

She got my spidey senses just tingling

I’m bout to climb her walls

She hate me but love me the same

I don’t love her just loving that frame

Getting dough don’t expect me to change

Miles low so I’m eyeing that range

Tae bo I don’t shoot billy blanks

Got foes so I stay at the range

About growth I’m investing in planes

I used to copp Bo’s off of Raines road

My trunk smelled like blueberry cake

Change my number the minute she late

Got hits like a pennant race

And I’m still drinking gin with no chase

Talk that shit know that gun on waist

Hvac yea I’m airing the place

I don’t talk tell you have a nice day

Shit get real leave a space where ya face was bitch