Lyrics What Am I Supposed To Do - Sal Houdini

What Am I Supposed To Do

You didn’t hear from me in the mornin'
Girl I really thought we could be somethin', how you love another man with no
warnin'?
I ain’t change my number, yeah I’m seein' all your texts, but you know damn
well I’m ignorin'
'Cause you would do the same if I found someone too, but you ain’t even bother
to call me
How’d you not call me?
Just imagine I was feelin' so played
Just thinkin' 'bout the time and the money I invested in you how much of it I
could’ve saved
I left it all in your hands when I should’ve left in Gods shawty I should’ve
prayed
With all of the damage that you did on the boy there was no way that I could’ve
stayed
What am I supposed to do?
When I got this close to you
When you dance with someone else
What am I supposed to do?
What am I
What am I
What am I supposed to do my love?
What am I
What am I supposed to do my love?
What am I
What am I supposed to do my love?
Supposed to do my love?
Yeah
I was honestly so clueless
Lookin' through our texts then watchin' all your posts best believe I was
feelin' real stupid
Ways that you talk to me privately could’ve sworn me and you were exclusive
Props to you shawty 'cause you made me feel a way, it’s the way that you
executed
But that’s all ruined
You just wanted all my clout from my mentions
Thank God that I came to my senses
I don’t ghost you 'cause I’m cravin' attention
'Cause I’m the furthest from a drama queen
I’m the one leavin' you on seen
Puttin' up walls in between me and everybody else
What am I supposed to do?
When I got this close to you
When you dance with someone else
What am I supposed to do?
What am I
What am I
What am I supposed to do my love?
What am I
What am I supposed to do my love?
What am I
What am I supposed to do my love?
Supposed to do my love?
Girl there’s lot of shit that I regret doin' for ya
Thought after your man I’d be the one to do it for ya
Everything changed girl I barely even know ya
Used to ask me shit like would I move to California
Told you if we’re datin' then I’m down I could afford it
Told you if it’s you then there ain’t nothin' else important
If my niggas find out they 'gon tell me that they called it
Hit me with a «I told you so» girl I know it
Spent a lot of bread took your ass to Saint Laurent
Whippin' through SoHo Prince Street in the foreign
Yeah, I drank a lot but what I’m sayin' don’t ignore it
Girl, I think I got a little gamblin' problem
Girl, I think I ordered way too many champagne bottles
Shit, I guess it’s true that the devil wears Prada
You can’t look cute if inside of you’s the problem
Dolce & Gabbana, baby, Gucci or Dior
Girl, I run these streets they call me Michael Corleone
Girl, I see you finally found someone to pay your loans
Now I know the reason you stopped hittin' up my phone
Wonder if you still think about me on the side?
Wonder if you still tryin' to fuck me on the side?
Wonder if you love me or you still trying to decide?
Even though I know your games you catch me by surprise
Time after time you showed me your true colors
Girl I know the secrets that you always tryin' to cover
'Member you was sending me nudes undercover
'Member you were taken and I found out in the summer
Don’t know if you changed but a freak always a freak
I can’t love a girl that belongs to the streets
Never wife a girl that’s got new niggas every week
Never trust a bitch that hides her phone when you meet
I might’ve drank a little too much
I’m spittin' facts girl don’t you front
Said you don’t need a man but got a new one
Ahhhh
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Supposed to do my love?
Supposed to do my love?