Bytchez Is Crazy - Inayah

You gonna make fuck up all your shit do the fool

Telling me to chill fuck is you

It’s been a week since he hit my line that ain’t cool

Even passed by your momma house where are you

Keep telling me I’m crazy well it’s your fought (your fought)

I know you see them missed calls on your call log (Call log)

You make me trip but you be blaming me

You full of shit it’s oblivious to see

But I keep fucking you cause I love the d

Can’t get enough he got a hold on me

Leave him alone I bitch can’t do that (That nigga ain’t shit) well bitch I knew

that

I just packed a bag on my to his house talking all that shit I was just running

my mouth let him play the field this pussy a touchdown them forget why I be mad

whenever he down south

You gonna make fuck up all your shit do the fool

Telling me to chill fuck is you

It’s been a week since he hit my line that ain’t cool

Even passed by your momma house where are you

I flatten all your tires and put your clothes on the curb

Gave your shoes to my dog and put bleach on all your shirts

Know you like your shoes so I hit you where it hurts

Better find a ride or you gonna be late for work (Watch out)

Now he cussing me out telling me that he’s finish he said I’m too crazy well he

knew that from the beginning and when he tries to leave Ima shut this bitch

down he’s just a little upset in a minute he’ll calm down we do this all the

time my baby he’ll come around like it better when he mad then I put his pants

down

Know you see these missed calls on your call log you keep telling me I’m crazy

well it’s your fought

You gonna make fuck up all your shit do the fool (Yeah)

Telling me to chill fuck is you

It’s been a week since he hit my line that ain’t cool

Even passed by your momma house where are you

Hmmmm I’m not calling your phone no more this is the last time Ima call you

cause I know you see my name pop up on your screen «I miss you"ok sorry for

telling baby you know I’m crazy love you bye