Myself - Yungen, Angel

Baby, please don’t go, he’s no show

You should put that man on the shelf

And if he don’t go, he don’t go

I might have to move him myself

Girl, you’ve been Ella Mai trippin'

Ray J, one wishin'

He cheated 3 times, but somehow you still forgive him

You stay and take shit like so many other women

All you do is play Beyoncé, but still never listen

But me, I treat you like a winner

Nobu or Hakkasan, I’ll take you out for dinner

Old girls hating, but them girls are all bitter

They all men are trash, but there ain’t nobody litter than me

We like Travis and Kylie

You look good in Loubes, but even better in Nikes

And you still stay low, that’s why I rate you so highly

And you can’t ignore the fact that you look better beside me

But, all these arguments ain’t good for your health

You want love, you ain’t looking for wealth

And this guy’s got you moving all stealth

So I’ma have to move him myself, yeah

Baby, please don’t go, he’s no show

You should put that man on the shelf

And if he don’t go, he don’t go

I might have to move him myself

Baby, I might have to move him

I might have to move him

I might have to move him myself

Baby, I’ll just have to move him

I’ll just have to move him

I’ll just have to move him myself

Look, he out every night, I know that you don’t want that

He chasing girls and I know that you can’t stop that

I know you stressing wishing you could turn the clock back

Every other day, you take your pic down off WhatsApp

Again and again

I know your girls hating, you can’t vent to your friends

Everytime he mess up, you always making amends

And they’ve seen it all before so they know how it ends

But, you just too used to being controlled

You don’t have a life, you do what you’re told

When deep down, you got a heart full of gold and I’m sick and tired of it being

cold

Man, all these arguments ain’t good for your health

You want the love, you ain’t looking for wealth

Plus, this guy’s got you moving all stealth

So I’ma have to move him myself, yeah

Baby, please don’t go, he’s no show

You should put that man on the shelf

And if he don’t go, he don’t go

I might have to move him myself

Baby, I might have to move him

I might have to move him

I might have to move him myself

Baby, I’ll just have to move him

I’ll just have to move him

I’ll just have to move him myself

Ay gyal, you’re too sexy

North gyal, them don’t get me

No wave without jetski

No tea without Tetley

But you bound for that reload

Two two, ya gon' left me

Baby, please don’t go, he’s no show

You should put that man on the shelf

And if he don’t go, he don’t go

I might have to move him myself

Baby, I might have to move him

I might have to move him

I might have to move him myself

Baby, I’ll just have to move him

I’ll just have to move him

I’ll just have to move him myself