SONG GOES

Weezy killed it and Breezy fine af and his voice is amazing

I wasn't born last night
I know this hoes ain’t right
But you was blowning up her phone last night
But she ain’t have her ring nor her ring on last night, oh
nikka, that’s that nerve
Why give a bytch your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a bytch your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I’m the shyt, oh
nikka, that’s that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bytch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes