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cupcakKe
cupcakKe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elizabeth Eden Harris
Elizabeth Eden Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Def Starz
Def Starz
Producer

Lyrics

That nigga didn't call, that nigga didn't call, dementia That nigga didn't call, that nigga didn't call, dementia, dementia Demen-, demen-, demen-, demen-, dementia That nigga didn't call, that nigga didn't call, dementia, dementia (Where the fuck are you?) Baby girl, he forgot about you, you, you When he felt what this pussy do, do, do, do (yeah) Now he on the phone tellin' you that he through (keep it goin') I say, "Who the fuck is she?" That nigga said, "Who?" (Keep it goin', Chris, yeah, yeah) 'Cause he back in my face, I can't be replaced (that ho) Look at him then go, "What could you say?" Shit on a bitch, only time that I waste He bought me ice, then you know I'ma skate (brr) Got to his homie, ass thicker than a pack of bologna I got Van Cleef, LV, double C's, Cuban links and your nigga up on me (sheesh) He said, "Baby, this one for us, drop the addy, let me know where you stay" I said, "It ain't no us, nigga, you must've been United States" Next time, you should abbreviate I'm the bad bitch everyone hate (uh-huh) I would never double text no nigga in life I'd rather moonwalk on a grate I done pressed that bitch and I done pressed her too (uh-huh) Same bitch unfollow, why her nigga follow through? We ate rigatoni, steak, lambs, baked potatoes, ooh We take you to 7-Eleven and ask, "Do you want a juice?" We are not the same, bitch, you took him back five times in a row Now if you take him back one, two, three, four, five times Bitch, it's back to the store Get me some more, run me the dough, then treat his ho like a TV show Why the fuck I ever gotta watch you when I got your nigga actin' like Joe? That girl pull-pull-pull-pull-pull-pull-pull some more Bitch, you must be drunk, thinkin' you can go toe-to-toe (are you dumb?) With a bitch like me, yeah, just keepin' it P, yeah Rich nigga, only thing broke is his memory, yeah That nigga didn't call, that nigga didn't call, dementia That nigga didn't call, that nigga didn't call, dementia, dementia Demen-, demen-, demen-, demen-, dementia That nigga didn't call, that nigga didn't call, dementia, dementia Baby girl, he forgot about you, you, you When he felt what this pussy do, do, do, do Now he on the phone tellin' you that he through I say, "Who the fuck is she?" That nigga said, "Who?" Dementia (dementia) Dementia, dementia (dementia) Dementia (dementia) Dementia, dementia (dementia) Baby girl, he forgot about you, you, you When he felt what this pussy do, do, do, do Now he on the phone tellin' you that he through I say, "Who the fuck is she?" That nigga said, "Who?"
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