Out West, Figueroa
Model X, With the doors up
My ex, I don't know her
Up next
She know I'm not just anybody
Said I miss your body
And the way you got me
Need it more than probably
Show me
Better act like you know me
No, I'm not just a regular homie
Hit my phone up like "Swavie, I'm lonely"
How you want it?
What you need baby? Tell me I'm on it
Said you got a man, that's cool
Promise you I'll be gone by the morning
4 a.m. in this penthouse suite
Wanna come thru girl you know I got free
Wanna ease your mind, tryna put it on me
You're the reason I don't trust no treesh
Don't tell me that you love me
Or this thing could get ugly
Don't tell me that you love me
I know that ain't just me
Out West, Figueroa
Model X, With the doors up
My ex
I don't know her
Up next
She know I'm not just anybody
Said I miss your body
And the way you got me
Need it more than probably
Matthew Williams, her bag is Alyx
Lock and key might Givenchy the feet
Way too young for archival DG
Runway pieces that's older than me
She just like 'Vie
No relations she just wants margiela
Only in love with designer things
She don't get it it's on to the better
Out West, Figueroa
Model X, With the doors up
My ex
I don't know her
Up next
She know I'm not just anybody
Said I miss your body
And the way you got me
Need it more than probably