Letras Childish - Vell, Ty Dolla $ign

Childish

Girl you actin' stupid\nI think you kinda clueless\nI don’t wanna fuck with you no more\nYou playin' hella games, Nintendo\nGirl you actin' childish (whoa)\nGirl you actin' childish (whoa, yeah, yeah)\nGirl you actin' childish, childish, childish (mmmm)\nGirl you actin' childish, childish, childish (mmmm)\nGirl you actin' childish\nDamn I miss my thick bitch Katrina\nRide the dick so good like my Beamer\nWhen I seen you at the mall you was peepin'\nSame day on the IG creepin'\nIn my DM like «Vell, hit me up»\nI’m thinkin' in my head like man I’m finna fuck\nCalled her on my phone I’m finna pull up\nBounce out, fifty down I got my bands up\nI ain’t tryin' to play no games I’m tryin' to luck up\nAnd I been about my money call it slow bucks\nYou gotta get a clue baby\nThese hundreds blue I’mma throw this money up\nIt ain’t nothin' to cut that bitch off\nReal nigga A1 cut from the cloth\nUsed to take you to the mall, showed you how to ball\nNow you blowin' up my phone and I don’t accept calls\nGucci, Louis, Prada, Giuseppe, we trippin'\nFuckin' hella models, champagne we sippin'\nI tried to hit her on the low-low\nBut you was playin' hella games ho\nAnd I ain’t fuckin' with you no mo'\nBy the way I fucked TT, and she goes\nI’m the man in my city, East Oakland\nAnd when we ride around the city yeah we smokin', ho\nWhy you wanna\nPlay the games on me?\nGirl you fuckin' with a grown man\nAnd I ain’t got time for that no