[Intro]Oh I don't need the metronome bro(It's this girl)[Verse 1]She lives next door, to the store that I loiter atWe talk every night, she cry to me about her guyAnd if we text I get pissed when I get no replyI know that she's the key to loveShe is who I'm thinking of when I am beating Richard upTo mental images her face lookThe closest that I got is when I'm poking her on FacebookVideo chats are so excitingCause it's like she is inviting me to her world full of privacyI'm getting gassed up, I think she's liking meShe's gullible and I just wanna take it like a pirateI see her in classNot really two doors down but in anytime that I passTo take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hallLocking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dickMy left hand on her tits, oh my shit's getting hardFrom thoughts of dating this bitchHer name is my passwords, fuck[Verse 2]All my niggas got they bitches and stuffBut all the bitches they fuck, are known as bitches and slutsBut she special, I know to y'all I come off as roughBut I'm the nicest to her, and I just want to concurA relation, I want the cheesy dates at the moviesAnd stupid walks on the beach, and sharing straws in a cupI never had that, so when we holding hands walking homeI look past that, the fact that she's fucking guys that I hateBut, things are looking great cut copyLast time we talk she said that her relationship was rocky (Action)Now that Mr. Fag is gone, there's no one that can stop meFrom bagging her, I got these tickets to the RoxyNext day metro's taking me homeI see her in a cut at Wendy's, but she's not aloneWho's that guy? Wait, why the fuck he 'bout to kiss her?Come to find out she got back with her nigga, damn, fuck[Verse 3]She's so pretty, fuck self pity, I feel so shittyI wanna text her in a jealous rageBut if she reply to say anything, I'mma smile I knowWhat do I do with myself, sit in my room for some daysPlay Xbox and piles full of wet socks? Fuck that[Verse 4]My nigga ask, "Ace, what happened to such and such?"I could slander her name, and then tell him I probably fuckedOr I could tell him the truth, and just say she ain't like me muchBut instead I lie and say she moved to Nebraska(It's this girl)But she's not mine
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[Intro]
Oh I don't need the metronome bro
(It's this girl)
[Verse 1]
She lives next door, to the store that I loiter at
We talk every night, she cry to me about her guy
And if we text I get pissed when I get no reply
I know that she's the key to love
She is who I'm thinking of when I am beating Richard up
To mental images her face look
The closest that I got is when I'm poking her on Facebook
Video chats are so exciting
Cause it's like she is inviting me to her world full of privacy
I'm getting gassed up, I think she's liking me
She's gullible and I just wanna take it like a pirate
I see her in class
Not really two doors down but in anytime that I pass
To take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hall
Locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick
My left hand on her tits, oh my shit's getting hard
From thoughts of dating this bitch
Her name is my passwords, fuck
[Verse 2]
All my niggas got they bitches and stuff
But all the bitches they fuck, are known as bitches and sluts
But she special, I know to y'all I come off as rough
But I'm the nicest to her, and I just want to concur
A relation, I want the cheesy dates at the movies
And stupid walks on the beach, and sharing straws in a cup
I never had that, so when we holding hands walking home
I look past that, the fact that she's fucking guys that I hate
But, things are looking great cut copy
Last time we talk she said that her relationship was rocky (Action)
Now that Mr. Fag is gone, there's no one that can stop me
From bagging her, I got these tickets to the Roxy
Next day metro's taking me home
I see her in a cut at Wendy's, but she's not alone
Who's that guy? Wait, why the fuck he 'bout to kiss her?
Come to find out she got back with her nigga, damn, fuck
[Verse 3]
She's so pretty, fuck self pity, I feel so shitty
I wanna text her in a jealous rage
But if she reply to say anything, I'mma smile I know
What do I do with myself, sit in my room for some days
Play Xbox and piles full of wet socks? Fuck that
[Verse 4]
My nigga ask, "Ace, what happened to such and such?"
I could slander her name, and then tell him I probably fucked
Or I could tell him the truth, and just say she ain't like me much
But instead I lie and say she moved to Nebraska
(It's this girl)
But she's not mine
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