Testo Ok… Whatever - Toosii feat. Kehlani
Testo della canzone Ok… Whatever (Toosii feat. Kehlani), tratta dall'album JADED
A-Avedon
D-Diego
Yeah, uh, pickin' up my phone until my phone ring
You told me, "Don't trip", you doin' your own thing
I let you have it, yeah, alright, okay
She know I like bitches who like bitches
She know I'm gon' leave if I feel she can't grant my wishes
Last night, I hit like three bars up with yo' friends
Afterwards, I left with one, and we committed sins
I know she a gold digger, I know she gon' hit up some of her old niggas
She know I'm gon' hit up some of my old flings
I just got that text like, "Come outside and put it on me"
Tryna make your toes curl, you said that you tired havin' your soul bleed
She stay Russian cream, tryna roll a Russian cream
Said you tired of fuckin' with fuck boys, so why the fuck you fuck with me?
'Cause I ain't shit, I fell in love with your best friend
Other week, I put it down, and we had sex at the West End
And she told me how y'all talked then used to brag about my dick
And I hope that you find out 'cause I know it's gon' make you sick
So slick, this the type of shit that make your soul flip
Wait, oh no but, shit ho, I don't even own Ricks
Yeah, uh, pickin' up my phone until my phone ring
You told me, "Don't trip", you doin' your own thing
And I let you have it, yeah, alright, okay (I let you have it, girl, I let you have it)
She know I like bitches who like bitches (uh)
She know I'm gon' leave if I feel she can't grant my wishes (yeah-yeah)
Last night, I hit like three bars up with yo' friends (oh)
Afterwards, I left with one, and we committed sins
Okay, whatever, fuckin' on somebody with some moves don't make you better
Like to see you try to step out like you did with me
Coulda had your way, but now you're right back to the streets
And there's nothin' out there for you
I'm the one that always kept it player for you
The one that head back to the lair with you
Nobody else was playin' fair for you
Yeah, I like bitches who bring bitches and they friends
One thing about it, we ain't never played pretend
Fuckin' with a star, you never let me forget it
I'm always the one that you'd say you gon' end up with, but you got a girl
Yeah, uh, pickin' up my phone until my phone ring
You told me, "Don't trip", you doin' your own things (own things)
And I let you have it, yeah, alright, okay (I let you have it, girl, I let you have it)
She know I like bitches who like bitches (uh)
She know I'm gon' leave if I feel she can't grant my wishes (yeah-yeah)
Last night, I hit like three bars up with yo' friends (oh)
Afterwards, I left with one, and we committed sins (na-na)
I know she a gold digger, I know she gon' hit up some of her old niggas
She know I'm gon' hit up some of my old flings
I just got that text like, "Come outside and put it on me"
Tryna make your toes curl, you said that you tired of havin' your soul bleed
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Writer(s): Vincent Van Den Ende, Diego Javier Avendano, Martin Pitt, Anthoine Walters, Naujour Lazier Grainger, Alex Ernewin, Samuel Alex
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