She Don't

Album: Time (2016)
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  • Oh no she don't
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she

    Wondering what's on your mind
    Guess you like the simple type
    I ain't stupid, dumb, or blind
    Won't sleep in your bed of lies
    Heard you met her in the club
    Tryna tell me you were drunk
    I can still smell her perfume
    Nigga I don't fuck with you

    I'ma drink up, I'ma smoke some'
    Keep it moving, it was nice to know ya
    Boy watch me leave
    You ghost to me
    Wish you good luck being lonely
    I'ma push red every time you phone me
    You 'bout to be
    A memory

    Bet she doesn't touch like me
    Sure as hell don't fuck like me
    No comparison, no she don't, she don't
    Ain't gon' whip it up like me
    She ain't got the recipe
    No comparison, no she don't, she don't
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she

    You right
    Nah she ain't never gon' be you, but girl it's whatever
    I done called you fifty 'leven times why you treat a nigga like I was never
    Your man
    I know I fucked up, I'm only human
    And I ain't beggin' but I'm gon' ask
    For one more chance
    Girl I think we should just

    Drink up, I'ma smoke some' (Smoke some)
    Keep it moving, it was nice to know ya (Oh yeah)
    Boy watch me leave (Don't go)
    You ghost to me (I don't wanna see you go)
    Wish you good luck being lonely
    I'ma push red every time you phone me (Oh)
    You 'bout to be
    A memory (Oh yeah)

    Bet she doesn't touch like me (Touch like you)
    Sure as hell don't fuck like me (She don't)
    No comparison, no she don't, she don't (No)
    Ain't gon' whip it up like me
    She ain't got the recipe (She ain't got the recipe)
    No comparison, no she don't, she don't
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she

    I be up on it, you know she can't keep up
    You know you want this, so why you gon' keep her
    Don't get the picture, I'll write it out
    Losin' a real one that held you down
    I put the boy on and now he feeling himself
    No it ain't nothing to put you back on the shelf
    Too late for sorry so boy back down
    I have my issues, but one less now
    99 problems but a nigga ain't one

    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she don't
    Oh no she don't

    Did you really think I wasn't gonna find out?
    You must really think I'm stupid
    Maybe it's time Writer/s: Ella Mai, Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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