Lyrics Niykee Heaton – Sad Shit
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Yeah
I know I ain’t, I know I ain’t shit
I’m with my bad bitches
Living lavish
Let me
?
I fuck around in where you were, it’s like a
?
Give your heart a couple stitches on some sad shit
On some sad shit
On some sad shit, on some sad shit
You’ll never gonna beat two times
Unless it making me meet the same purchase
That’s my man, I gotta look around him
That’s my baby and you know I’ll be protective, protective
That’s my baby and I know I’ll get possessive, and obsessed
You’re my bae, you’re my babe
No, no, no, don’t you play
You’re my bae, you’re my babe
You know my love is crazy
You’re my bae, you’re my babe
Open my love is crazy, my love is crazy
I’m on my baby
But no, no, don’t you play me
My heart is sacred
I put my phone on silence
Is only when I see you calling
You always wanna play with fire
You think I care out nothin’ about ya
Oh, yeah I’m done being silent
Could do you getting tired in being tired?
Cause I know I’m sick and tired being ignored
That’s my bae, that’s my bae
You’re my bae, you’re my babe
That’s my bae, that’s my bae
You’re my bae, you’re my babe
That’s my bae, that’s my bae
You’re my bae, you’re my babe
Oh, no, no, don’t you play with her
You’re my bae, you’re my babe
Open my love is crazy, my love is crazy
I’m on my baby
But no, no, don’t you play me
My heart is sacred
Don’t wanna talk right now
What are we talking ’bout?
Cause you know I call enough
Don’t wanna talk right now
What are we talking ’bout?
Cause you know I call enough
That’s my bae, that’s my bae
You’re my bae, you’re my babe
That’s my bae, that’s my bae
You’re my bae, you’re my babe
That’s my bae, that’s my bae
You’re my bae, you’re my babe
Oh, no, no, don’t you play with her
You’re my bae, you’re my babe
Open my love is crazy, my love is crazy
I’m on my baby
But no, no, don’t you play me
My heart is sacred
That’s my bae, that’s my bae
Ohh, don’t play with me
Ohh, don’t play with me
(Ohh, don’t play with me)
She a bad bitch, she a bad bitch
She a savage, she a savage
Yeah, I break hearts on some sad shit
She a fashion killer, assistant
I still ain’t shit
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