Your Loss lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Lilmar
What this b*tch talkin' 'bout?
She don’t want me?
Uh, okay, hah
You don’t want me, b*tch, it is your loss
You don’t want me, b*tch, it is your loss
You don’t want me, b*tch, it is your loss

[Chorus]
You don’t want me, b*tch, it is your loss
Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots
f*ck that fat b*tch, she look like Rick Ross
Be with that broke n*gga, he ain’t got no sauce
You don’t want me, b*tch, it is your loss
Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots
f*ck that fat b*tch, she look like Rick Ross
Be with that broke n*gga, he ain’t got no sauce

[Verse]
No NBA, but n*gga, I’m a young boss
You ask him buy you sh*t, he say what it cost
I used to want that b*tch I had my fingers crossed
Whenever I hit her up she told me get lost
f*ck you b*tch, I don't want you no more
Could of rode in my Mustang, got up out that four door
I only wanted you but you with n*ggas like a score board
f*ckin' n*ggas daily but you swore you wasn’t a whore
What you mean you don’t want me? b*tch I don't even need you
Just tried to treat you special, sum yo other n*gga didn’t do
Instead you did me worse, this sh*t contagious like the flu
But you don’t even care, yo n*ggas lined up like a queue
Just tried to make you happy and treat you like a princess
Now ya upset, you let that n*gga hit n he just wanted sex
Guess I ain’t cute or some'
Nah b*tch, you just really dumb
[Chorus]
You don’t want me, b*tch, it is your loss
Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots
f*ck that fat b*tch, she look like Rick Ross
Be with that broke n*gga, he ain’t got no sauce
You don’t want me, b*tch, it is your loss
Running up a check, I can’t cuff no thots
f*ck that fat b*tch, she look like Rick Ross
Be with that broke n*gga, he ain’t got no sauce