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Mantrum letra
Yeah, he blew my phone up at a party
Thinkin' I'd leave with anybody, ah
Your apology is overdue (mm-hm)
I block your number, who are you?
And I won't lie, I always knew you'd come around
(Around, around)
The joke's on you, 'cause I'm the one who's laughing now
(Ha, ha)
Who's sorry, sorry?
Who's sorry, sorry now?
La, da, da-di
La, da-di, ha, ha
Boy, I ain't your mama
Pull your pants up
'Cause I'm so sick and tired of these mantrums
Who's sorry, sorry?
Who's sorry, sorry now?
La, da, da-di
La, da-di, ha, ha
Boy, I ain't your mama
Pull your pants up (pull your pants up)
'Cause I'm so sick and tired of these mantrums
Don't get it twisted
You're steady tweetin' on your feed like I'm the villain (the villain)
Boy, we finished
Don't make me talk about all the times I never finished
We talkin' minutes?
Girl, wait a minute
Always kept it a hunnid
Birthday cake out the oven
Anything that he wanted
Turns out I was dummin'
Back then I can't lie, your girl was strugglin'
Now I'm wakin' up like a brand new woman
And I won't lie, I always knew you'd come around
(Around, around)
The joke's on you, 'cause I'm the one who's laughing now, yeah
Who's sorry, sorry?
Who's sorry, sorry now?
La, da, da-di
La, da-di, ha, ha
Boy, I ain't your mama
Pull your pants up
'Cause I'm so sick and tired of these mantrums
Who's sorry, sorry?
Who's sorry, sorry now?
La, da, da-di
La, da-di, ha, ha
Boy, I ain't your mama
Pull your pants up
'Cause I'm so sick and tired of these mantrums
Part of me still loves you (boo-hoo)
Now mostly I'm just thankful (mwah)
Who's sorry, sorry?
Who's sorry, sorry now?
La, da, da-di
La, da-di, ha, ha
Boy, I ain't your mama
Pull your pants up
'Cause I'm so sick and tired of these mantrums
Who's sorry, sorry?
Who's sorry, sorry now?
La, da, da-di
La, da-di, ha, ha
Boy, I ain't your mama
Pull your pants up (I ain't your mama)
'Cause I'm so sick and tired of these mantrums (yuh)
So c'mon lemme see them hands up (let me see 'em, let me see 'em)
If you sick and tired of mantrums (if you're tired)
If he call, don't give no time a day
If you sick and tired of mantrums
I'm so sick and tired of these mantrums
Boys World - Letras
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