Video Selfish de Ajey 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ajey - Selfish Lyrics

Tommy, Tommy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Music, music
Music, yeah, yeah
Aye


Hitting yo phone like wassup
You act like I'm just Trynna fuck
And then I hang up and I call you back
When I hang up, you don't call me back


Shit get retarded, the feelings fading
Shit, wrote this shit down
While I pictured you naked Then
I hop in the car
Then you hop in right with me
You start smoking that gas
I start sipping that Henny
And I think you the one
That's that drink fucking with me
Cause my feelings done faded
And I'm feeling real tipsy
I be like
Double texting, double texting
Double texting, I regret it
Get the message, read the message
Why you acting like you never get it
Second chances, second chances
Second guessing, why you second guessing
Delete the number then you pop up random
And I act like I ain't read it


Yeah
Tell me, Does That Make me Selfish
Tell me, Does That Make me Selfish
Baby, Does That Make me Selfish
Like, yeah
Tell me, Does That Make me Selfish
Baby, yeah, Ajey


Smoking that gas
Girl what it do
Thinking bout' money?
Girl I'm thinking bout' you
Pedal pedal to the floor
Girl I'm Trynna make moves
I was Trynna settle down with you
Then you changed I should've knew
I hop in the car
Then you hop in right with me
You start smoking that gas
I start sipping that Henny
And I think you the one
That's that drink fucking with me
Cause my feelings done faded
And I'm feeling real tipsy
I be like
Double texting, double texting
Double texting, I regret it
Get the message, read the message
Why you acting like you never get it
Second chances, second chances
Second guessing, why you second guessing
Delete the number then you pop up random
And I act like I ain't read it


Yeah
Tell me, Does That Make me Selfish
Tell me, Does That Make me Selfish
Baby, Does That Make me Selfish
Like, yeah
Tell me, Does That Make me Selfish
Baby, yeah


Double texting, double texting
Double, double, double texting
I'm sippin' trippin' sittin' tipsy
At the damn reception, yeah
I hit your line
But you ain't answer
Baby, like you always flexin', fuck
Double, double, double texting
Yeah
Time is of the essence
Double texting, double texting
Tell me why you flexin', ohh
I'm sippin' on Henny
You smokin' on that gas, yeah
You got them curves
And I think I'm bout' to crash