[Intro]
You gotta put it down (Yup)
(Yup)
[Verse 1: Fantasia]
Wish I could just pick up the phone
(Ohh, you know I can't do that)
Your number's blocked it's set in stone
(So no, I won't call back)
Baby, save all that weak shit for your mama
Baby, save all that weak shit for your boss at work
Had one job, couldn't do it, you fumbled
You was talkin' like you was gon' beat something up
[Pre-Chorus: Fantasia]
I gave it to you
But you messed it up
Wasn't good enough
One thing I won't do
Is be with anyone
'Cause I'm not for everyone
[Chorus: Fantasia]
I can't let you give me PTSD
(Baby save all that weak shit for your mama)
I can't let you give me PTSD
(Baby, save all that weak shit for your boss at work)
I can't let you give me PTSD
(Had one job, couldn't do it, you fumbled)
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me—
[Verse 2: Tank]
That R&B Money, oh
Oh you remember when I did that?
Oh you remember when I hit that?
Oh you remember when I got a taste, oh
And you remember how you let none go to waste
It was that time to, make you put your phone on silent
Wasn't making peace, we was getting more violent
I tried to tell you be cool, but you had to go and try it
Now you don't know what to do, all you dream about it ridin' me
I can tell you ain't never been the same (yeah)
I can tell by the way you scream my name (oh)
Hit too deep, knock that thing out the frame (oh)
Now you can't get this D up off your brain (oh)
[Chorus: Fantasia & Tank]
I can't let you give me PTSD
(oh hey)
I can't let you give me PTSD
(I know you was trying not to let me do it)
I can't let you give me PTSD
(I can't let you give it to me)
I can't let you give me PTSD
(yeah)
[Verse 3: The Bonfyre]
I found the sexiest lingerie I could put on
Smells so good in the room, most expensive perfume I could put on
Want that back-to-back shit, make me quiver
Want that 2 in the morning still get up
Thought that ego was big, till the words you ain't live up don't know how to put on
Know you wanna come back got to have it
My body like a Lambo that's automatic
If I give you control then you're supposed to have it
Boy you gon' give me that post-traumatic I need you bad don't you know ain't ready
Post-traumatic sex disorder
Who wanna do the same things all the time?
I don't wanna have sex
Hot like a thousand degrees
Careless less you can keep up with me
You can't pick up the pace?
You just might get replaced
Can't let you give me PTSD
[Chorus]
I can't let you give me PTSD
(Baby save all that weak shit for your mama)
I can't let you give me PTSD
(Baby, save all that weak shit for your boss at work)
I can't let you give me PTSD
(Had one job, couldn't do it, you fumbled)
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me post-traumatic sex disorder
I can't let you give me PTSD
I can't let you give me post-traumatic sex disorder
