SSJ2 Lyrics – Lucy Bedroque

Read the full SSJ2 lyrics by Lucy Bedroque from the album c along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lucy Bedroque's music, you can also explore ZYGOTE and SAFESPACE, two other songs by Lucy Bedroque.

[Intro]
(Danger)

[Chorus]
No, I ain't going when she saying that she want me back
Ho not even on my phone, on that spam, girl, don't call me back
Baby, how you don't understand? How you losing track?
Baby, I don't give a damn, keep your hundreds stacked
No, I ain't going when she saying that she want me back
Ho not even on my phone, on that spam, girl, don't call me back
Baby, how you don't understand? How you losing track?
Baby, I don't give a damn, keep your hundreds stacked
Che-check my eyes, yeah, you know that I ain't coming back
Yeah, your lies caught right up to you, like running back
Yeah, these trifling ass hoes like, "Where the money at?"
I-I-I just stylе for these hoes, I stoppеd coming back

[Refrain]
Turn your shoulder
Rise up, soldier
Turn your shoulder
Turn your shoulder

[Verse]
I stuck to my 'chos, fu*k these b!tches, nah
Uh, it's a shame, I was sweeping out the mall for her
Now someone the boss, told these b!tches, "Nah"
Could hear the pain in my voice, why I spit so raw?
(Ooh, yeah, yeah) But I was so wrong
I-I ain't think that was a line that she would cross
Ooh, yeah, but I was so wrong
I ain't tryna screw you, why you taking off your thong?
Uh, I'ma start cutting all these hoes off, they asking for rackies
I'ma start— I'ma start cutting all these hoes off, they asking for rackies
Chill out, lil' b!tch, why you quick to take your clothes off? She ready to practice
All they really did was give the kid blue balls, I'd rather get castrated
I-I did these hoes like the Poconos, oh yeah, finish on her chest, ayy
I'm in the whip and I'm chiefing OG Skywalker, roll with my bestie
I'm finna pop not one, not two, but I think I'ma pop three
Lil' b!tch, it's not her and not you, you better stop calling me papi

[Chorus]
No, I ain't going when she saying that she want me back
Ho not even on my phone, on that spam, girl, don't call me back
Baby, how you don't understand? How you losing track?
Baby, I don't give a damn, keep your hundreds stacked
No, I ain't going when she saying that she want me back
Ho not even on my phone, on that spam, girl, don't call me back
Baby, how you don't understand? How you losing track?
Baby, I don't give a damn, keep your hundreds stacked
Che-check my eyes, yeah, you know that I ain't coming back
Yeah, your lies caught right up to you, like running back
Yeah, these trifling ass hoes like, "Where the money at?"
I-I-I just style for these hoes, I stopped coming back

[Refrain]
Turn your shoulder
Rise up, soldier
Turn your shoulder
Turn your shoulder