N.Y.F.F.

N.Y.F.F. See why God, yeah, mm, mm I see why God didn't want us to go and eat the fruit Man, I swear, sometimes, I wish I was dumb Then I'd be one of these dull motherfuck*** Just smiling with nothing to lose Oh, my God Wish being dumb was something I could choose Then loving you would be something I'd do And I'd be one of your bitches, just smiling like it ain't a thing But you're allergic to the truth Like the truth just ain't your shoe size Poking through them holes Like you be poking through them hoes But you're allergic to the truth Like the truth just ain't your shoе size Poking through them holes Likе you be poking through them hoes And I'm alone again Don't call me, I ain't your fuc*** friend, huh Shocking, I'm alone again, mm Don't call me, I ain't your fuc*** friend I see why God didn't want us to go and eat the fruit Man, that's why sometimes I wish I was dumb Then I'd be one of these dull motherfuck*** Just smiling with nothing to lose Oh, my God Wish being dumb was something I could choose Then loving you would be something I'd do Instead of one of these bitches with something to prove But you're allergic to the truth Like the truth just ain't your shoe size Poking through them holes Like you be poking through them hoes Yeah, you're allergic to the truth Like the truth just ain't your shoe size And you're poking through them holes Like you be stroking all them hoes And I'm alone again Don't call me, boy, I ain't your fuc*** friend Yeah, I'm alone again Don't call me, I'm not your fuc*** friend (Pinocchio them hoes) You're just another missed call Missed having it all 'cause you're alone again Oh-oh You're just another missed call Missed having it all 'cause you're alone again You're just another missed call Missed having it all, I'm not your fuc*** friend If we never speak again, whoop-di-doo Whoop-di-damn-doo Thank you