Lyrics:
with roses
Shoot me in the back
When I am gone and the door closes (Closes)
Spill the oil and light the match
Light the match
Break my back
Say you're
your match
Cause a girl can mack
Don't be offended cause
You hear my two-way ring
Guys wanna try my luck
Because of you, I act that way
I can get
name is Frendi, we will never match
They just want my swag, told 'em give it back
I called up my brodie
Told him bring the strap
Wipe you off the map, I
like you never said goodbye
And that old spark gets in your eye
Guess I'm no match for that old flame
Lord he left a memory that I can't love away
last baby)
I just want to be the perfect match (I just)
You don't even have to ask (you don't have to ask)
I just want to be the perfect match
We
the match, play it loud, giving love to the world
We'll be raising our hands, shining up to the sky
'Cause we got the fire, fire, fire
Yeah, we got
yearning for you
You met your match
When you played with my affection
You met your match
When you tried to make me walk the line
You met your match
the match, play it loud, giving love to the world
We'll be raising our hands, shining up to the sky
'Cause we got the fire, fire, fire
Yeah, we got
driftin' away
And though my intuition tells me that it's too late
That in these conditions, tryna bring back the flame
Is like tryna light a match in
I been thinking about you since Sunday
Dreaming about getting my chance to be yours one day
Thinking we would make a good match because we both be
on and fix me up
Come on, fix me up
Come on, fix me up
Match bet, all of the time
Racing horses 'round my mind
Match bet, all of the time
Racing
a
Match, and then I blew, bomb
C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere
I got three whores with me
It smells like Dior and derrière
Decoys die slow
You can detour
Sit with me now
Will watch the dusk
Sun falling on
The two of us
Let's set our hearts
To match the sun
Were right on time
Here it comes
Thought I was strong
it turned out I was wrong
I lost a friend
Three on a match again
Three on a match again
Looks like I lost a friend
I'll never go
black)
Wipe a nigga nose for some big racks (Big racks)
Take a nigga hoe, he want his bitch back (Bitch back)
Gucci, Louis, nigga know I mix match (Mix
Don't want no silver spoon
Ain't asking for the moon
Give me nothing
Don't want no favors done
Just let the retribution
Match the contribution, baby
No
don't need a reason
Ay, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
In my zone, ay yeah yeah yeah
I'ma match that work
I'ma match that work with zero
a funky swag
I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match
I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match
I got a funky, funky style with
flirting right back to burning
It feels real good learning
Nothing lights like an old flame
Kisses sparking like butane
One look strikes a match
One
Trust me when I say that love I get it
Know I really do
How you want your nails to match your bag
And that to match your shoes
All I know if anyone
bringing it home)
Bringing it home
Missin' the match, got Cal on the phone (let's go, let's go)
Olé, olé
Get them a pint, get me a lighter (get me
[Hook: Katie Tropp & Trusty]
Ain’t no mother fucker ever understood me,
I point out the truth some don’t see,
You couldn’t even try to match my
like to move)
Well lucky for you
(I like to move)
(I like to move)
Words are overrated
I could tell you more with my body, baby
Match my, match
be popping on Insta
Cuz our love too mad o
Chorus :
Everything na To Match
Even the swag na To Match
If I buy car , I go buy 2
You deserve that romance
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