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• Artiste: Metro Marrs
• Titre: Bye Felicia
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(The Playlist) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (On gang) I don't even know why you so stressed (Tell me what's up) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, uh I don't even know why you so stressed, yeah You never act like you was impressed, yeah Now I only see you as my ex Girl, my love for you, it was just a flex, uh I don't even know why you so stressed You never act like you was impressed Now I only see you as my ex Girl, my love for you, it was just a flex We takin' off, ain't talkin' no NASA I'm in the bed, she wan' me go faster Oh, that's your friend? I wanna smash her Just made a mess, it was a disaster Bless on your knees, she callin' me pastor She wanna ride me, yeah, like a Harley, huh I'm the big man, huh, of the party, huh When I push up in that big body I just feel myself right now Oh my God, how? I just feel myself right now I'm so high up off the ground Lot for me to confess Whole, whole lot for me to confess Instead of bein' modest, whole, whole lot Whole, whole lot for me to confess (Yeah, yeah) I don't even know why you so stressed, yeah You never act like you was impressed, yeah Now I only see you as my ex Girl, my love for you, it was just a flex, yeah I don't even know why you so stressed You never act like you was impressed Now I only see you as my ex Girl, my love for you, it was just a flex Yeah, it's a lot for me to just confess (To confess) Tell me the reason you so depressed (So despressed) Like what did I ever get wrong? (Wrong) Just wake up every morning, life goes on, yeah I cannot give you a chance, huh I ain't tryna be your man She listen to me, she a fan These VVS's, they gon' dance, dance, dance, hmm I cannot give you no chance, yeah, yeah Lot for me to confess Whole, whole lot for me to confess Instead of bein' modest, whole, whole lot Whole, whole lot for me to confess I don't even know why you so stressed, yeah You never act like you was impressed, yeah Now I only see you as my ex Girl, my love for you, it was just a flex (Big old flex) Get gone like a V12 (V12) Don't want no seatbelt (Skrrt, skrrt) Bye, Felicia, ayy, yeah, uh (Skrrt, skrrt) Get gone like a V12 (V12) Don't want no seatbelt (Seatbelt) Bye, Felicia, bye-bye Get gone like a V12, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah