You been in my space
You been messing up
Drama out the gate
You been outta place
Out of pocket, I cannot relate
Don't give me your problems
I ain't gonna solve 'em
I cannot be bothered
Ain't your fucking mama
It's a mood
It's a mood
You better move, bitch
Messing up my groove
If you ain't come to dance
Get the fuck out my face
Came here wit' your mans
Get the fuck out my face
If you tryna romance
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
If you ain't come to dance
Get the fuck out my face
I need all sad bitches to the side
Won't let a broke ho fuck up my vibe
All sad niggas to the side
Won't let a petty nigga fuck up my night
I need all sad bitches to the side
Won't let a broke ho fuck up my vibe
All sad niggas to the side
Won't let a petty nigga fuck up my night
Won't let a petty nigga fuck up my night
I hear you barking but you ain't about to bite
Bet you wish I would, well, bitch, I might
Bitch, you bucking but you better want fight
We going left
We going right
You go and take that shit outside
We going left
We going right
You go and take that shit outside
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