...The Make Up - Tory Lanez

Woah-oh

You know the time

You know the time it is

It’s time we have some make up sex

Let’s fuck in the kitchen, I’m tryna make sure that you with it

You know that I get it

You got a spot and you know that I hit it

You got somebody, knew you got somebody

And you know that that nigga, he just don’t hit it

'Cause if he hit it the way that I hit it right now you just would not be with

me

You gotta keep it a buck with yourself

Before I chase you, I’ma fuck with myself

Damn, I don’t wan' fuck with myself

'Cause it’s lonely when I fuck with myself

Low-key when I fuck with myself

All of these nights of spending alone

When I get to endin' that pussy

You know you gon' low-key have to throw me the belt

You told me last night when we fucked, this was the best head you ever got,

don’t lie

You told me last night when we fucked, this was the best sex you ever got, no,

don’t lie

I’m getting chills, you and your latest new nigga cannot be for real

You wanna blame us fuckin' on the liquor, but you know you wanted to fuck on

your feels

Go spend your time in Texas, now you just one of my exes

I ain’t even 'bout to stress it

'Cause when I go find me somebody better, promise that it’s gon' hurt

Yeah, it’s gon' hurt

It’s gon' fuckin' hurt

I promise that you gonna feel how I feel and that’s hurt

I’m hurtin', babe

And I’m so ashamed