Insecure - Pleasure P, Maor Mo

None of these hoes can flex on my baby

But my baby at home and she driving me crazy

I hit hustle and tryna just make us some money

But she just out here thinking I’m fucking

So insecure, we fight every night

I could accuse you of the same, but two wrongs don’t make a right

And two rights don’t make me wrong, I’d rather just be alone

And to leave and not come home

But I know you really love me

So why do you insist on making things hard

And don’t let me do my job

But I know you really love me

So why do you insist on making things hard

And don’t let me do my job

Kicking me outta the house now

She pack all my shit in the trash bags

She started some shit, but for what now?

I don’t understand why she don’t bump down

So insecure, we trip all the time

You sure like the lights, but you don’t like the grind

You would be half the girl, I wanna fucking fight

And why you swear so bad that I ain’t living right

But I know you really love me

So why do you insist on making things hard

And don’t let me do my job

But I know you really love me

So why do you insist on making things hard

And don’t let me do my job