Don't be spiteful Don't get too caught up with that nigga 'Cause you got you a nigga What we had wasn't love, love, love, love, yeah Don't hate on my new bitches And I won't be spiteful I see you takin' shots girl I see you ain't forgot girl Take us out

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah Take that and rewind it back Yeah (yeah) shawty got down an' said come and get me Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me Yeah (yeah) her and my girl would be the best of homies Yeah (yeah) next thing I knew

Candy Apple Faygo paint Mercedes Sippin' codeine, I forgot my plans I'ma pour up, sip that Houston, Texas with some soda Flex on all my exes like, "hey ladies, hey ladies" Hey girl, what's up, I'ma pour this drink up with some soda Flex on all my exes

That's what it's made for You know I got it Girl I forgot it But we gon' still get down like this So I can do you like this, baby So I can freak you like this, baby Know you gon' felt it like this, baby Go on and hit it Felt it like this

Home alone tonight Girl you ain't gotta, I ain't gotta go Shot, for shot, for shot 'Til we forgot what we came here to forget Ain't a clock, a tick, a tock, that's gonna stop A night we won't regret Flip it around and snap a payback picture (I'll send it

She is a missing person Missing person Missing person, missing person I've been asking some people, if they remember A girl they forgot, with brown eyes, hair cut, red dress Have you seen her? I think she's much leaner I guess she is missing, it's true

I'm a bad bad girl I'm a bad girlfriend I'm a, I'm a, I'm a I'm a, I'm a Girlfriend, yeah Girlfriend (but you already knew that) I do some shit you can't forgive You tell me your birthday I forgot again