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dainá murel - remix lyrics

[verse 1: dainá]
i sang it in a song, now i’ll tell you in a rap
you never had a gyal like me, now you want me back
facts, boy kick back
could never trust a n-gga who would treat me like that
dirty, you thought you coulda hurt me
i’m a -sset to your life, you’re not worthy
big ballers who would never curve me
you’re living in a dreamland, coming like kirby yeah
call up my girls and we flossin’
no time for lames, straight bossin’
you’re the weakest link, i’m too fly
to let a guy try ever diss me twice
got a dm from your new boo
she’s hating on the kid
i would hate me too
you know me, yeah i’mma play along
don’t respond to her message
but i’ll put it in a song

it’s been a long time coming
you want that old thing back, mr wallace
my life’s stress free now, no thrillers
you can’t upgrade on me, i promise ya
watch how a n-gga done glow
you lost a good thing, but you already know
boy i’m out your league, i’m better solo
you never know what you got till you see it go, yeah

[verse 2: paigey cakey]
i’ve been a g from the start
you cannot play with my heart (yeah)
it’s about to stop where you p-ss
i left that sh-t in the past (yeah, yeah)
got a new n-gga, he take me for dinner
in a shot and we just stay flexin’
he not like none of these others
he never keep me waitin’, even when textin’
ooh he fine and s-xy
yes he’ll always miss me, yeah
he don’t wanna test me
‘cos he don’t want it with me, yeah
going awol, i just blow my halo
need a consistent n-gga, rollin’ like the payroll

ridin’ through the 6
i always got my wits about me
i’ll be with the clique
yeah, we ain’t tryna dish no drama
i bring it to your baby mother’s crib
you be talking ’bout some other sh-t
that you ain’t even see me coming in
you don’t wanna see your summer end

[chorus: dainá]
i’m your fantasy, i’m your fantasy boy
you ain’t sh-t to me, you ain’t sh-t to me yeah
now that i’ve glowed up
it don’t make sense to go and throwback
exes stay exes for a reason
better kick back, this ain’t cuffin’ season

you want me back, you want me back, you want me back baby
you must be mad, you must be mad, you must be mad homie
i just glowed up, so why would i throwback?
exes stay exes for a reason
better kick back, this ain’t cuffin’ season

[verse 3: tokyo diiva]
dead-ss
wait, wait (wait)
do you know who the f-ck i am? (the f-ck i am)
it was a honour to be my man
show me one b-tch on the ‘gram
that probably isn’t my fan
show me a b-tch that’s flyer than [?]
then i’ll give a d-mn
i don’t mean to be irate
just tryna keep you up to date
say you will do better is being fake
me being humble is too late
bet you can’t get it up, put it down
throw it back, throw it down
take it back another round
sweatin’ out a couple pounds
(your new b-tch a re-run and a rebound)

i got that pretty brown (brown)
under my couture gown
squirt underneath my skirt
guarantee it’ll make you drown (drown)
so tell me, how does it feel you take that l?
bet you miss sweating out my gel
how the f-ck you go from a mac to a dell?

[verse 4: nya lee]
you blowin’ up my line
now you got something to say (n-gga what?)
thought you had me sprung
didn’t think that i would walk away
i caught you slipping, creeping all up in the dm
when you think i didn’t peep it
i was peeking in the mirror
how dare you waste my time
and holla at a weak chick? (what?)
seen her in real life
don’t look nothing like on her ‘gram pics (nothing like that at all)
now the joke’s on you, i’m enjoying doing me
you like hanging with your crew, with company-filled misery
you lied, you cheated, you hurt me out to the core
the d so good, i miss the pain i can’t ignore
my ex he mad, like usher he got it bad
but my new new, he so cute
pulling off in his coupe (coupe)

- daina murel lyrics

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