That nigga done caught, that nigga done caught dementia
That nigga done caught, that nigga done caught dementia, dementia
Demen-demen-demen-demen-dementia
That nigga done caught, that nigga done caught dementia, dementia (Wake the fuck up, nigga)
Baby girl, he forgot about you, you, you
When he felt what this pussy do, do, do, do (Yeah)
Now he on the phone telling you that he through (Keep it goin')
I say, "Who the fuck is she?" That nigga said, "Who?" (Keep it goin', Chris, yeah, yeah)
'Cause he back in my face, I can't be replaced (That ho)
Look at me, nigga, what could you say?
Shit on a bitch, only time that I waste
He buy me ice, then you know I'ma skate (Brr)
Got to his homie
Ass thicker than a pack of bologna
I got Van Cleef, LV, double C's, Cuban links and your nigga up on me (Sheesh)
He said, "Baby, this one for us, drop the addy, let me know where you stay"
I said, "It ain't no us, nigga, you must've meant United States"
Next time, you should abbreviate
I'm the bad bitch everyone hate (Uh-huh)
I would never double text no nigga in life, I'd rather moonwalk on a grave
I done pressed that bitch and I done pressed her too (Uh-huh)
Same bitch unfollowed, why her nigga followed through?
We ate rigatoni, steak, lambs, baked potatoes, ooh
He take you to 7-Eleven and ask, "Do you want a juice?"
We are not the same, bitch, you took him back five times in a row
If you take him back one, two, three, four, five times, bitch, it's back to the store
Get me some more, run me the dough, then treat his ho like a TV show
Why the fuck I ever gotta watch you when I got your nigga acting like Joe?
Now go pour, pour, pour, pour, pour, pour, pour some more
Bitch, you must be drunk, thinking you can go toe-to-toe (Are you dumb?)
With a bitch like me, yeah, just keeping it P, yeah
Rich nigga, only thing broke is his memory, yeah
That nigga done caught, that nigga done caught dementia
That nigga done caught, that nigga done caught dementia, dementia
Demen-demen-demen-demen-dementia
That nigga done caught, that nigga done caught dementia, dementia
Baby girl, he forgot about you, you, you
When he felt what this pussy do, do, do, do
Now he on the phone, telling you that he through
I say, "Who the fuck is she?" That nigga said, "Who?"
Dementia
Dementia, dementia
Dementia
Dementia, dementia
Baby girl, he forgot about you, you, you
When he felt what this pussy do, do, do, do
Now he on the phone, telling you that he through
I say, "Who the fuck is she?" That nigga said, "Who?"
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