Lyrics
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We-we gon' be okay)
Match up, match up, match up, match up, hol' up
Hol' up, let me start it, yeah, bad bitch, match up, yeah
Nah, get 'em back up, yeah, nah, get 'em back up, yeah
Gucci hat, the dad one, bitch, yeah, that's a match up, hol' up
How I did it to 'em?
Yeah, let's go, I go, like, I need those, yeah, the whole world is free
She got all these niggas, but she wanna come fuck on me, yeah
Deleted all the apps 'cause I don't want it
I don't give a fuck if that ho horny
I don't give a fuck if that ho want it
She say I keep playin', I'm not even playin' (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Girl, I know what you know, I ain't even mad (we gon' be okay)
Girl-girl of my dreams don't show, I ain't even sad
High as hell, I don't know if I wanna land
Told my mama that I'm fucked up, chasin' bands
Rick Owens jean jacket, stuffed it with a hundred bands
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, I'll admit it, man
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, I'll admit it, man
Match up, match up, match up, match up, hol' up
Hol' up, let me start it, yeah, bad bitch, match up, yeah
Nah, get 'em back up, yeah, nah, get 'em back up, yeah
Gucci hat, the dad one, bitch, yeah, that's a match up, hol' up
Yeah, let's go, I go, like, I need those
Yeah, the whole world is free
(We-we gon' be okay)
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