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one week notice - checking for me lyrics

[verse 1: neisha neshae]
what do you think ’bout on your off time? is it me?
you ain’t for me probably ’cause you for the streets, but that’s your loss
pretty girl like me, but you won’t show off (uh)
i know my worth, i can’t believe you tried to low+ball (nigga)
that’s what we on now? (huh?)
you couldn’t recognize the greatness in me? (haha)
or what you thought i wouldn’t recognize the hater in you? (i see it)
real recognize real, but all that fakeness in you (bitch)
it take a halo on my head to see the angel in you
[?]
always been that bitch with or without your help (mm)
if you can’t see me past the skin, how you see yourself? (how?)
how you don’t see this glow around me, this bitch gold as hell (yeah)
heart is solid, but the soul is frail
you don’t rеcognize this love ’cause you don’t know it wеll (nah)
can’t wear my heart up on this sleeve ’cause i don’t show and tell (never)
couldn’t tell you what it’s colder than
and you can’t say you know me now if you ain’t know me then (nah)
and you ain’t really on the cloud if you ain’t smokin’ this ([?])
you should find you someone else you can be open with (nah)
and you ain’t really on the cloud if you ain’t smokin’ this
you should find you someone else you can be open with

[verse 2: ]
(yeah) i was invented to be the epitome of the golden child
we makin’ history
i know my enemies sick of me
i know the envy is sickening
i know we got the [?] all this evil, never innocent
i’ve been goated since the christening
we’ve been opening the business, sold your soul for the benefits
i’ma go, bitch, i [?]
i need a milli’ cash strapped in a gucci bag
they really slept on us ([?]) with they goofy ass (huh)
my bitch [?] bad (uh) with her bougie ass
and i know god got me, but i keep that [?] packed
and i know we only here for the moment
and i know i got the world on my shoulders
and i go hard like i should, i’m a soldier
shit, and i’m gon’ keep it pushin’, put that on my dead homies, uh (rico)
how you say you ain’t patient, but you ain’t checkin’ for me?
all that tic for tac just bringin’ exes to me (yeah)
[?] for me lately is hard to tell the difference

- one week notice lyrics

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