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tata - insecurities lyrics

[intro]
grahh
riteorwrongkvh
grahh
every opp shot, everything dead
grahh
41 shots to the head (grahh)

[verse 1]
only been two weeks, and i’m in too deep
look in her eyes, i don’t know what to see
like, i be telling myself that i love her, but i just love when that b+tch in my sheets
up all night i be stuck on her page
if she knew, she would think i’m a creep
and my knocker just like a computer, and i’m pressing delete (grrt baow)
every day i argue with my ex
on bro, i don’t be getting sleep
like, how you f+ckin’ with one of my opps
i went through her memories prеssing delete
and that b+tch bе actin’ like a fan
all these other rapper n+ggas beef
when that b+tch left me, i was at my lowest
i pray to god me and her never speak, d+mn
[bridge]
huh
grrt
grahh, grahh
you know we recognize a [fishy n+gga]
you know we recognize a [fishy n+gga]
you know we slappin’ this sh+t out the mud
sh+t out the f+ckin’ mud, n+gga
send 41 shots
never takin’ nothing for n0body, n+gga
you know everybody shot, n+gga
never takin’ nothing for n0body
yes
yes
grahh
every opp shot, everything dead (grrt)
41 shots to the head

[verse 2]
grahh
stuck in my head, i be high
all this sh+t be racin’ through my head
and my new shorty just left for college, i think i’m breakin’ up with that b+tch next
like, and i know her roommate a thotty, and all of her friends is legs
like, that b+tch like boys and girls, like there’s no way that she’s not having s+x
and i know i’m soundin’ insecure, i’m not, i just know how these b+tches get
and she be actin’ like a fan too, on bro i be getting me fed
i get this b+tch from floss
she thinks she misses everything dead?
d+mn, and i got this nice lil’ b+tch on the bronx, i’m boutta to put her to the test
young+young n+gga, i’m really rich, i never needed a b+tch (huh)
never believed in a b+tch, i might never put my seed in a b+tch, d+mn
d+mn, d+mn, how you tell me you love me then switch?
all these b+tches, don’t know who to pick, on my way to the top and it’s happening quick
like, she don’t know that i know what she did, so she be thinkin’ that she sl!ck
i can never look at her the same, i look at her face and get sick (like, d+mn)
and i caught feelings for this girl, she got money, and she type lit
brown skin, type thick
f+ck these b+tches, i’m trying to get rich, d+mn

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