Fell for a ting from the Westside (Side)
If I’m bein’ honest
TLC, no Left Eye, that’s all that she wanted (Yeah)
How you gon’ unfollow me, leave me for the streets, babe?
There’s no degree, how cold you could be, bae
Girl, I remember the time, I got receipts on my line
The naked kind, so don’t you front, don’t you lie