Ok... Whatever (Explicit) - Toosii/Kehlani

Lyrics by：Anthoine Walters/Nau'Jour Grainger/Kehlani Parrish/Diego Avendano/Vincent Van den Ende/Samuel Yun/Martin Pitt/Alex Ernewein

Composed by：Anthoine Walters/Nau'Jour Grainger/Kehlani Parrish/Diego Avendano/Vincent Van den Ende/Samuel Yun/Martin Pitt/Alex Ernewein

Produced by：Diego Ave/Avedon/Pitt Tha Kid/Ace G./Anthoine Walters/Sam Yun

Yeah uh picking up my phone until my phone ring

You told me don't trip you doing your own thing

And I let you have it yeah alright okay

She know I like ******* who like *******

She know I'm gon' leave if

I feel she can't grant my wishes

Last night I hit like three

Bars up with yo' friends yeah

Afterwards I left with one

And we committed sins oh yeah

I know she a gold digger

I know she gon' hit up

Some of her old niggas

She know I'm gon'

Hit up some of my old flings

I just got that text like

Come outside and put it on me

Tryna make your toes curl

You said that you tired

Of having your soul bleed

She stay russian cream tryna

Roll a russian cream

Said you tired of ******* wit' **** boys

Then why the **** you **** wit' me

'Cause I ain't **** I fell

In love wit' your best friend

Other week I put it down and we

Had sex at the west end

And she told me how y'all

Talked and you used to brag about my d**k

And I hope that you find out

'Cause I know it's gon' make you sick

So slick that's the type of

**** that make your soul flip

Wait on no ***** **** ho

I don't even own ricks

Yeah uh picking up my phone until my phone ring

You told me don't trip you doing your own thing

And I let you have it

I let you have it girl I let you have it

She know I like ******* who like *******

She know I'm gon' leave if

I feel she can't grant my wishes

Last night I hit like three

Bars up with yo' friends oh

Afterwards I left with one

And we committed sins

Okay whatever ******* on somebody

Wit' some moves don't make you better

Like to see you try to step out like

You did wit' me

Could have had your way

But now you're right back to the streets

And there's nothing out there for you

I'm the one that always kept it player for you

The one that head back to the lair wit' you

Nobody else was playing fair for you

Yeah I like *******

Who bring ******* and they friends

One thing about it

We ain't never played pretend

******* with a star

You never let me forget

I'm always the one that

You say you're gon' end up wit'

But you got it girl

Yeah uh picking up my

Phone until my phone ring

You told me don't trip

You doing your own things

And I let you have it

I let you have it girl I let you have it

She know I like ******* who like ******* uh

She know I'm gon' leave if

I feel she can't grant my wishes yeah yeah

Last night I hit like three bars up with yo' friends oh

Afterwards I left with one

And we committed sins

I know she a gold digger I know

She gon' hit up some of her old niggas

She know I'm gon' hit some of my old flings

I just got that text like

Come outside and put it on me

Tryna make your toes curl

You said that you tired of having your soul bleed