That's 4Sure! ft. YRB Mani Lyrics

No she don't love me

I told my bitch,

I don't want to be with her no more

I don't sip on bubbly

I only pour myself a four

She's done so much for me

I told her yea, that's for sure

Run this bitch up, ok

I don't give no fucks, no way

No I can't talk to, you bae

Just get the fuck out, my way

Just get the fuck out, my face

Lil nigga tryna' talk down, ok

Wait till we pull the drake out, ok

That nigga better pipe down, ok

Yes I'm talking bout right now, ok

That nigga tryna' fight now, ok

That nigga better pop out, ok

Cuz' a nigga finna' rock out, ok

She said pull up right now, ok

So I pulled up right now, ok

Tell the bitch turn the lights down, ok

Now I got her in my sight now, ok

No this shit not a fantasy

I am who I want to be since I was fucking 13

Bitch just take a look at me

I'm where I'm fucking bound to be

Mama say she proud of me

So Ima' just keep living my dreams

Now I'm rocking Louie V

And I got Ksubi on my jeans

I mix it with Balmain tee

Like nigga you should know me

All these bitches love me

They never gonna admit it

They gon think whatever they want

They gon think a nigga been tripping

But if you ain't notice

I've been on my shit so long

No lil bitch I ain't never been wrong

Sipping that lean, this shit too strong

Remember the days when I felt like this

Feeling too low so I gotta sip triss

She say bae can you shake yo twists

Take her out, buy her some fashion shit

Some Prada and some Fendi shit

Pulled up on her in that Bentley and shit

Yeah she wanna join the team

She love YRB

Yea she wanna fuck on me

She playin' R&B

Man she wanna take my soul

She took my heart from me

I guess that's how you want it to be

It can't be us

You done lost my trust

I don't love I just lust

Yea you using all these words

And it got me feeling sus'

We can never be happy

Cause all you wanna do is fuss

Then you packing all my stuff

Told me hit the door and catch the bus

Where did we go, Where did time go

It's like everything in the past, that's fasho

It's like i'm feeling your emotions through the phone

But i'm stackin' my cheese, I'm stackin' my cheddy

Aye lil bitch you was never ready

Stop hittin' my phone, stop hittin' my celly

I hit from the back that ass felt like jelly

I'm fucking her friend I'm all in her belly

Come to find out they're at the same telly

She feeling my pants, she feeling these bands

I'm throwing these ones I make her ass dance

She trying to suck dick, I don't fuck with no fan

This shit getting hot, need you to cut on the fan

No she don't love me

I told my bitch,

I don't want to be with her no more

I don't sip on bubbly

I only pour myself a four

She's done so much for me

I told her yea, thats for sure

Run this bitch up, ok

I don't give no fucks, no way

No I can't talk to, you bae

Just get the fuck out, my way

Just get the fuck out, my face

Lil nigga tryna' talk down, ok

Wait till we pull the drake out, ok

That nigga better pipe down, ok

Yes I'm talking bout right now, ok

That nigga tryna' fight now, ok

That nigga better pop out, ok

Cuz' a nigga finna' rock out, ok

She said pull up right now, ok

So I pulled up right now, ok

Tell the bitch turn the lights down, ok

Now I got her in my sight now, ok