...The Make Up
Woah-oh
You know the time
You know the time it is
It's time we have some make up sex
Let's f**k in the kitchen, I'm tryna make sure that you with it
You know that I get it
You got a spot and you know that I hit it
You got somebody, knew you got somebody
And you know that that nigga, he just don't hit it
'Cause if he hit it the way that I hit it right now you just would not be with me
You gotta keep it a buck with yourself
Before I chase you, I'ma f**k with myself
Damn, I don't wan' f**k with myself
'Cause it's lonely when I f**k with myself
Low-key when I f**k with myself
All of these nights of spending alone
When I get to endin' that pussy
You know you gon' low-key have to throw me the belt
You told me last night when we f**ked, this was the best head you ever got, don't lie
You told me last night when we f**ked, this was the best sex you ever got, no, don't lie
I'm getting chills, you and your latest new nigga cannot be for real
You wanna blame us f**kin' on the liquor, but you know you wanted to f**k on your feels
Go spend your time in Texas, now you just one of my exes
I ain't even 'bout to stress it
'Cause when I go find me somebody better, promise that it's gon' hurt
Yeah, it's gon' hurt
It's gon' f**kin' hurt
I promise that you gonna feel how I feel and that's hurt
I'm hurtin', babe
And I'm so ashamed
