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作词 : Summer Walker/London Tyler Holmes/Arsenio Archer/Aubrey Robinson/Garrett Hamler/Derez DeShon/Belcalis Almanzar
作曲 : Summer Walker/London Tyler Holmes/Arsenio Archer/Aubrey Robinson/Garrett Hamler/Derez DeShon/Belcalis Almanzar
Mm, mm, mm (Better stop playin' with me)
(***** better stop playin' with me)
Bitter, oh, mad at me, mad at my nigga (Better stop playin' with me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Playin' with me)
(Better stop playin' with me) Mm
Bitter, yeah, mad at me, mad at my nigga
Mad at the fact he ain't witchu, mad at the fact that it's me
This shit bigger than me and you alone
So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
***** jus' be lookin' for attention
Trust me, you can get it (Get it)
Pull up whenever, whenever, you know I'm with it
Don't get it twistеd, nothin' like none of thesе *****es
But sometimes I get in my feelings
Sometimes I know I be trippin' (Trippin')
But why these hoes all in our business?
How he don't care 'bout his children? (How he don't care?)
How he's supposed to be there? Y'all won't let him get 'em
How you posted like that on the 'Gram for a thousand?
I bet you can't post a picture (Bet you can't, bet you can't)
Wonderin' if you even know this *****, for real
London, did you screw this ***** for real?
They be on that groupie shit, for real (Ah)
And I know she thought she struck when she let a nigga ****
Man that ***** is lookin' stuck (Stuck, stuck)
And I bet when you came that she thought she came up
Now that ***** is feelin' dumb (Bet your ***** feelin' dumb)
She prolly thought it came with a million
She prolly thought you changed how she livin'
Prolly thought that **** came with the fame and the riches
Pretty baby mama
Always point her finger at a nigga, that there's the problem
Always put the blame on a nigga and they still tryna solve it
Always wanna gossip, her and her friend have been talkin'
But whatever they be sayin' ain't 'bout shit
Think they niggas supposed to pay for they outfit
Get they nails done and then hit it, yeah
You ain't shit, *****
Claim you independent but ain't did shit
Living in Section 8 and you still can't pay rent
So trust you with your momma and you ain't friendship
But you want that child support, what you think this is? Oh
Just because you let him smash that don't mean he ever knew ya
Just 'cause y'all got a past, that don't mean you got a future
This mine for life, no switchin' sides
We ride or die, and that's why I know you
(Better stop playin' with me)
Well, Summer Walker, you know I been seein'
You know, all the bullshit that's goin' on with you today
And, you know, I don't know if the rumors are true
I don't know, I don't care, it's not my business, but if it is true
Don't let *****es, like, make
Don't let them feel like they have a one-up by destroying your moment
By ****ing telling your business to the world
On some, "Ha-ha, yeah, I'ma do it on purpose, I'ma do it spitefully"
Do it your own way and do it beautifully, do it special
If you are pregnant and everything, say it in a beautiful way in your music
Say why you, you know, decided to be with your nigga
Even though you have problems, put that drama in your music, yeah
'Cause if *****es wanna get clout of you, you gonna get clout of them
And you gonna put that shit in your music
Say some shit like, "I got my own ****in' money"
Make them *****es feel hurt, hit them *****es where it hurt
And put that shit in your music, make money off it in your music
**** these hoes