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Tell me how you're feeling inside Baby, are you gonna be alright
Remember what you told me last night
Tell me how you're feeling inside
But I'm so here and I know That you're still gonna hit my heart

And all that I know Is one text away
The messages we had, shit too The messages we had, shit too real
Now that shit over, don't know how to Now that shit over, don't know how to feel
I gotta, aight I gotta go, I can tell by the feel

You sippin' on, aight You ain't sippin' on shit, I can tell by the seal
If the money was there then bitch how would you, how would you If the money was there then bitch, how would you feel
Shit come with the game, you take what you Shit come with the game, you take what you deal
Yeah, you can see me Go on Instagram and tap on the reel

I'm tryna get right and post up on the hills I'm getting her right, aight
I'm getting her right, I leave shit on her grill
I'ma beat from the back, bitch, I don't need a I'ma be from the back, bitch, I don't need a pill
I'ma shoot like im klay, but I'm not from the mill If you not giving neck, I'm not paying the bill

If you not giving neck, I'm not paying for shit I'ma duck off and go get back right
And then I'ma pop out with brand new shit If a nigga say he want to smoke with the men
Bitch, I'ma pop out with a brand new stick
Everything that you said, it was true as a bitch Everything that I don't say, don't me

Everything that I don't say, don't mean shit And I'm gon' get it right, but I don't need it
And I'm gon' get it right, and I don't need shit I don't need nobody
I need a track hawk make it a big body It's a 20 ounce, bitch, it's a slim body
We can get up two liter, I'm really about it Pour it up, drink it, but f*ck how you feel about it

If you really want to, bitch, we can hit about it I ain't trippin', I know how you get about it
I'ma be up, gotta get up and get about it When the party over, gotta kick him out it
Used to have feelings, gotta rip him out it Gotta lock it, see if you really got it
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Tell me how you're feeling inside Baby, are you gonna be alright
Remember what you told me last night
Tell me how you're feeling inside
But I'm so here and I know That you're still gonna hit my heart

And all that I know Is one text away
The messages we had, shit too The messages we had, shit too real
Now that shit over, don't know how to Now that shit over, don't know how to feel
I gotta, aight I gotta go, I can tell by the feel

You sippin' on, aight You ain't sippin' on shit, I can tell by the seal
If the money was there then bitch how would you, how would you If the money was there then bitch, how would you feel
Shit come with the game, you take what you Shit come with the game, you take what you deal
Yeah, you can see me Go on Instagram and tap on the reel

I'm tryna get right and post up on the hills I'm getting her right, aight
I'm getting her right, I leave shit on her grill
I'ma beat from the back, bitch, I don't need a I'ma be from the back, bitch, I don't need a pill
I'ma shoot like im klay, but I'm not from the mill If you not giving neck, I'm not paying the bill

If you not giving neck, I'm not paying for shit I'ma duck off and go get back right
And then I'ma pop out with brand new shit If a nigga say he want to smoke with the men
Bitch, I'ma pop out with a brand new stick
Everything that you said, it was true as a bitch Everything that I don't say, don't me

Everything that I don't say, don't mean shit And I'm gon' get it right, but I don't need it
And I'm gon' get it right, and I don't need shit I don't need nobody
I need a track hawk make it a big body It's a 20 ounce, bitch, it's a slim body
We can get up two liter, I'm really about it Pour it up, drink it, but f*ck how you feel about it

If you really want to, bitch, we can hit about it I ain't trippin', I know how you get about it
I'ma be up, gotta get up and get about it When the party over, gotta kick him out it
Used to have feelings, gotta rip him out it Gotta lock it, see if you really got it
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Writer: ABIGAIL FRANCES JONES, AMIE PENDARVES, CAROLINE HARTUNG, THOMAS JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Bluewater Music Corp.

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