I hit you with that double text Where you at whachu doing you ain seen it yet
I'm seeing blue blue blue baby that's a bet
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I hit you with that double text

Where you at? What you doin’? You ain’t seen it yet

I’m seein’ blue, blue, blue, baby, that’s a bag, uh

Call you one time, ’cause I gotta check, ooh-ooh

How you not gon’ answer? Postin’ on your Inst a

Baby, where your manners? Don’t you know I hit ya? Ayy

Science ain’t that good, talkin’ more expensive

You act like I ain’t worthy of no second chances

Oh, you mad-mad, huh?

That’s what’s you’re best at, huh?

Girl it’s only midnight, oh-oh

So why you gotta go and-

Leave me on read

Flexin’, actin’ like you didn’t get the message

Sayin’ that I’m talkin to my exes

You ain’t gotta, leave me on read

I’m stressin’, actin’ like you didn’t get the message

Sayin’ that I’m talkin to my exes

You ain’t gotta, leave me on read

I know you saw my text, it’s been fifteen minutes (Woah)

You be ’round your girl, you just want attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now you talkin’ crazy, need an intervention (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I tried to tell you once but you ain’t never listen

So, you mad-mad, huh?

That’s what’s you’re best at, huh?

Girl it’s only midnight, oh-oh

So why you gotta go and-

Leave me on read

Flexin’ (Flexin’), actin’ like you didn’t get the message (Message)

Sayin’ that I’m talkin to my exe s (Ex es)

You ain’t gotta, leave me on read (Oh, oh)

I’m stressin’ (Oh, oh), actin’ like you didn’t get the message (Oh, oh)

Sayin’ that I’m talkin to my e xes

You ain’t gotta, leave me on read

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Baby, you don’t gotta leave a ni. g .ga on read

Know you see text message, text me back

Aight please, yeah, da mn

You ain’t gotta (You ain’t gotta)

Leave me on read

Flexin’, actin’ like you didn’t get the message (Get the message)

Sayin’ that I’m talkin to my ex es (To my e xes)

You ain’t gotta, leave me on read

I’m stressin’ (I know you saw my text, please), actin’ like you didn’t get the message (I know you got the message)

Sayin’ that I’m talkin to my exes

You ain’t gotta, leave me on read

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