Special Occasion – Dark Boys, Dyamond Doll & Ball Greezy
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I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired And it’s time that I face it I got a nigga right now, but he ain’t right now So it’s time I replace him Order more rounds Tonight it’s going down Put your cups up raise them This ain’t a sad song Bitch I’m moving on This a special occasion
Yo, middle finger to my ex who ain’t got shit Dick game ain’t even in my top ten Me and my girls hit the club and we got lit No panties fuck em girl outfit 1942 have a toast This nigga that nigga get em both Turn around, bend over, get close On my IG snapped like a hoe Life is good and it’s such a relief Your new bitch ain’t in my league Now I can finally breathe I’m officially fuck nigga free
Cause I don’t want you no more Let’s go our separate ways Get your shit out my house I don’t care nigga I’m straight Now you can fuck who you want I don’t care where you lay I changed the locks on my door I’m finna go celebrate
Special occasion Special occasion Special occasion Special occasion
You finna do what? Put who clothes out This my motha fucking house Last time I checked, I paid all the bills These my purses and these my heels I take care of you and them fuck niggas kids On Facebook puttin the world in my biz So if you wanna leave You can go ahead and leave Don’t go in that garage hoe give me my key Don’t touch nothing, you ain’t getting nuthin So let me get the chain, watch, rings and bracelet If I could I would’ve took back the titties and ass It’s all good you can keep that, pussy hoe
Cause I don’t want you no more Let’s go our separate ways Get your shit out my house I don’t care nigga I’m straight Now you can fuck who you want I don’t care where you lay I changed the locks on my door I’m finna go celebrate
It’s a special occasion It’s a special occasion It’s a special occasion It’s a special occasion