Sad Songs Song Details:
Sad Songs Song Lyrics
So So This Is What He Meant When He Said
His Girl Got A Bag Too India What’s Up
Come On I Know You Got Some Friends Put
Your Brother In The Game Damn Uh Yeah
Anyways Why Are You Playing With My Boy
Like That Man Go Give My Man’s Another
Chance Man It’s Been Going On For Far
Too Long Now You Just Seen He Didn’t
Drink He Didn’t Die Them Dreads Back
Black Yeah He Went Back Dark You Know
What That Means He’s In A Dark Place
Without You Go Back Home I Won’t Bother
You No More Think About It
And Don’t Forget About The Friends Damn This House
India For Real Stop Playing How Much
More Time You Need To Think This
Been Going On Too Far Now Real Talk
Y’all Gotta Be Out Here Dressed Like A A
For Kush Waiting For You To Come Out
Just For Me To Talk To You I Only Put
This On When I’m Looking For My Girl And
I Ain’t Doing That No More Because My
Girl Ain’t Like You Cause The Difference
Is India Is A Writer My Bitch A Liar You
Out Here All Having Fun Happy And Shit
He At The Studio Making Sad Songs Come
Back Home
Jerry Production
Go Crazy, I’m Textin’ Her Right Now
Nah, For Real, I’m Textin’ Her Right-right Now
This Song Ain’t Even Supposed To Be Like This
Pretty Little Thing, You Just A Pretty Little Liar
Got On Pretty Little Thing, Van Cleef Bracelet Cost Four Thousand, Huh
Appreciate The Lil’ Thing If It Came From Public Housin’
Eighteen Million For One Tour, I’m So Humble, Ain’t Even Announce It
I Like High-end Restaurants, When I Read The Menu, I Can’t Pronounce It
I Went Toxic For Two Months, I Showed The Streets I Don’t Need Cancer
Ever Since We Had Car Sex, She Don’t Ever Wanna Wear Panties
She Like Shoppin’ On FarFetch, Got Me Watchin’ Out For Her Package
I Was Hard For So Long, Asked Did I Pop Viagra
I Ain’t Send You Home In An Uber, Baby, I Actually Gave You My Driver
Had A Model Kissin’ On The Street Bitch, But I’ma Keep It Between My Family
I’m Cummin’, She Keep On Suckin’, I Told Her To Stop, She Grab My Diamond
I Know How It Feel To Be Lied On
This Ain’t Gangster Shit In My Headphones, This A Sad Song
I Can’t Vent To You On A Text Message, It’s Real Wrong
He Talkin’ To One Of The Most Famous Girls On My Man’s Phone
I’m Sorry, I’m So Sorry
I Can’t Say Sorry Enough
I’m So Sorry, I’m So Sorry
I Can’t Say It Enough
I’m Said I’m Sorry, Told You The Stories
And You Ain’t Explain It Enough
I Said I’m Sorry, I Said I’m Sorry
I Hate You Think That I’m Tough
I Don’t Know What You Do Me
Start To Think About Your Life Insurance Before You Tell Your Friends That You Through With Me
Told Her Shit That Could Ruin Me
Cut Her Off, She Stopped Textin’ Me Back, That Shit Was Blowin’ Me
I Could Really Have It My Way If I Wanted To, I’m A Walkin’ Orgy
Yellow Chanel Peacoat, Fresh Off The Runway, She Giorgi
Lettin’ Her Feet Soak, She Be Runnin’ My Mind All This Mornin’
Authorized, You Was On My Bank Account, She Stopped Regardless
Used To Say Amari For Amiri Jeans ’cause We Ain’t Have Nothin’
Used To Say Amari For Amiri Jeans, That Shit Retarded
PTSD, I Got Cheated On, Baby, I’m Heartless
It Is What It Is, Think What You Want, Whatever You Callin’
I Done Seen Real Tears, Had A Miscarriage, Blood In The Toilet
I’m Sorry, I’m So Sorry
I Can’t Say Sorry Enough
I’m So Sorry, I’m So Sorry
I Can’t Say It Enough
I’m Said I’m Sorry, Told You The Stories
And You Ain’t Explain It Enough
I Said I’m Sorry, I Said I’m Sorry
I Hate You Think That I’m Tough
