miss me - bri3 lyrics
[chorus]
all the hoes that fumbled me, they know they miss me
’cause i look good, hoes love my ass, they wanna kiss me
he love my voice, got a lil’ rasp, it make ’em dizzy
can’t get no convo with no cash, i’m extra busy
[post*chorus]
tell a broke n*gga, tell a broke n*gga
tell a broke n*gga, “bye,” he could back up
wanna hang with my crew, need to rack up
i’ll post a pick, make a n*gga want some money
saw my pretty ass, now he wanna stack up
tell a broke n*gga, “bye,” he could back up
wanna hang with my crew, need to rack up
i’ll post a pick, make a n*gga want some money
saw my pretty ass, now he wanna stack up
[verse 1]
come kick it with me
’cause we get money over here, that sh*t guaranteed
birthed a few hoes, i think i need me a vasectomy
just changed my lifestyle overnight, switched the trajectory
and i can only thank the men upstairs protectin’ me
if i shall die before i wake, he’ll get what’s left of me
but for right now, i’ll give my baby all the best of me
ma said i got a talent, one day soon the world gon’ see
[chorus]
all the hoes that fumbled me, they know they miss me
’cause i look good, hoes love my ass, they wanna kiss me
he love my voice, got a lil’ rasp, it make ’em dizzy
can’t get no convo with no cash, i’m extra busy
[post*chorus]
tell a broke n*gga, tell a broke n*gga
tell a broke n*gga, “bye,” he could back up
wanna hang with my crew, need to rack up
i’ll post a pick, make a n*gga want some money
saw my pretty ass, now he wanna stack up
tell a broke n*gga, “bye,” he could back up
wanna hang with my crew, need to rack up
i’ll post a pick, make a n*gga want some money
saw my pretty ass, now he wanna stack up
[verse 2]
i been the hottest on the block
you the hottest in the draws, so you might wanna wrap up
know some young n*ggas goin’ hard for me
have you screamin’, “d*mn, somebody gettin’ wrapped up”
saw your best hitter get packed up
it’s a new man in town, need to pack it up
how you been rappin’ for as long as i live and it ain’t take off?
need to wrap it up
[outro]
we love the simps
she wanna fade, i took her n*gga ’cause he had a temp’
poor baby girl she got upset and then she threw a temp’
told him recall from memory to smack her like a pimp
(we love the simps)
(she wanna fade, i took her n*gga ’cause he had temp’)
(a temp’, a temp’ fade, get it?)
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