Swear you'll never get the
chance again to touch on me, love on me
All you do is smoke my fuckin weed
Matter fact,
I need them ones off your fuckin
feet
Tony
Braxton singin' boy
you ain't man enough
for me
To be honest, you ain't ever this shit for
me
Flip on never will commit
clothes out on the block, yeah, yeah
They on the corner in the box,
yeah, yeah
And now I'm changin' all the
Yeah, yeah, they say you don't
know what you got
Yeah, yeah, no, till it's gone,
gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone,
till it's gone, gone,
Gone, gone, gone, and I'm gone
Gone, gone, gone, and I'm gone
I'm deleting all the pictures
and her texts from my phone
Go home and tell your mother
she can leave me alone
You got big dick energy but
really it's small
You the type to wear a fit and take her back
to the mall
And
I'ma celebrate and take a shot at the
bar
Cuffing season, chillin' like a cop in a car
I got a six -figure pop,
you wanna take me to
France
You wanna act like a dog,
and you can stay in
clothes out on the block, yeah, yeah
They on the corner in a box, yeah, yeah
And now I'm changing all the locks,
yeah, yeah
They say you don't know what you got,
yeah, yeah
Oh, till it's gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Till it's gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
I'm gone
If you say you ain't need me now, playin' with my heart,
boy, you'll never come back around
Cease and desist,
I have made my decision
Understand my power and
I know my position
Come gather round, we can light a fire
Have you ever seen a grown man cry?
Read up on his credit, gotta pay the price
Can you lift your head up, let me in the
old clothes out on the block, yeah, yeah
The owner cornered in a box,
yeah, yeah
And now I'm changing all the locks,
yeah, yeah
They say you don't know what you got,
yeah, yeah
Oh, till it's gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Till it's gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Till I'm gone
You