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letra de ed reed - shordie shordie

[chorus]
like why don’t you love me like you supposed to?
probably need me, i can hold you
they don’t see me, probably told you
textin’ you, i’m probably trippin’ like
why don’t you love me? why the side-eye?
you should see me, get a lot of it
give me head now off the head nod
next n-gga cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
next n-gga cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
next n-gga cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down

[verse 1]
uh, back to work with me
we should share that, take a perc’ with me
can’t compare that, somethin’ hurtin’ me
that’s a headtap, needin’ surgery
he look like a white tee, he get shot and now it’s burgundy
pull up, give him somethin’ on the side like he was flirtin’ with me
if i f-ck that b-tch from back then, she was scared of me
what a d-mn shame, you should change games
pull up suit and tie to see you go like f-ck that campaign
n-ggas ain’t fire one time, but poppin’ champagne
look like wavin’ pom-poms, and it go bang-bang
if we do it right now, then it’s the same thing
might get a n-gga shot soon as he leave the party
like, baby, you should stop, even you sayin’ sorry
doesn’t even matter with these b-tches that you got
text you, but don’t answer, you gon’ make me spin the block
ayy, like woah (woah)
ice on my neck, no cold
these b-tches probably wake, tell ’em sleep, then go
from a b-tch thinkin’ twenty thou’ goals (woah)
and from the b-tches in the party that been here since it started
and got n-ggas in the crowd and you not gon’ make a sound
mind my business, smoke a pound, he gon’ probably ask you how or
[chorus]
why don’t you love me like you supposed to?
probably need me, i can hold you
they don’t see me, probably told you
textin’ you, i’m probably trippin’ like
why don’t you love me? why the side-eye?
you should see me, get a lot of it
give me head now off the head nod
next n-gga cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
next n-gga cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
next n-gga cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down

[verse 2]
p-ssy good, i should put it in a song
doin’ good, wasn’t thinkin’ doin’ wrong
pistol drop, you better get another arm
i got seeds for the weed, we should leave, get a farm
i got p’s for the g’s, if you see ’em, buy ’em all
sh-t ain’t nothin’ once i even get involved
hit the door, you see ’em dumpin’, don’t think first, you wanna war
with no condom, got me think i’m goin’, f-ckin’ with me
please, don’t have no options
thinkin’ if i leave, it ain’t no option
once a n-gga lean, it ain’t no stoppin’
crossover, ‘tween and get ’em boxed in
don’t think you love me, don’t think it’s even
no b-tches love me, probably ’cause i’m leavin’
seen it, dirty, now you clean it
fiendin’, say it, but don’t mean it
[chorus]
like why don’t you love me like you supposed to?
probably need me, i can hold you
they don’t see me, probably told you
textin’ you, i’m probably trippin’ like
why don’t you love me? why the side-eye?
you should see me, get a lot of it
give me head now off the head nod
next n-gga cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
next n-gga cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
next n-gga cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down

[outro]
woah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy
why don’t you love me (what you do?), like you supposed to? (what you ‘posed to?)
they don’t see me (like why?), i can hold you (i can hold you)
they don’t need me (a good morning), probably told you (probably)
textin’ you, i’m probably trippin’ like
why don’t you love me? why the side-eye?
you should see me, get a lot of it
give me head now off the head nod
n-gga cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down
cross me, we gon’ pick ’em all down (woah, woah)
we gon’ pick ’em all down (woah, woah)
we gon’ pick ’em all down
ayy, good luck
for the next n-gga that pick you
it’s that boundary, that line, you know, motherf-cker
get your ass k!lled

- shordie shordie

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