PTSD (Remix)

[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