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Little bitch can’t lie to me I know just who you are This not jealousy this shit coming from the heart I regret fucking with your ass from the very start I should’ve knew damn well you was gone break my heart Lil hoe now why the f*ck you had to play them cards And show every niggas your hand, you got around Fucking with you this long I should of took off I should’ve knew damn well you was wastin my time Lil hoe now why you thought that shit you did was cool You should’ve never fucked my over Bitch chu a fool I was your Martin, you was my Gina without the feud Show got cancel because I have no trust in you Why the f*ck you lie bout shit that I already knew You must know when you lie to me lil bitch you know you through If you do it one time I know it’s gone be a two So why the f*ck did I keep on fucking with you God damn, God damn what the f*ck did I do I’m Stressin, reminiscin bout fuckin on you Gotta cope with this feelin so I had to hit the Stu Just to let you know lil bitch it’s really f*ck you (Yeah) Don’t got time for the fuckeries Every day I’m tryna make a better me I remember the times I would just lie knowing I was fucking hoes in the street Let me get off that, that was the older me Blac Youngsta type nigga f*ck what you think I just make home at a decent time With some money and another drink Now I need you butt naked up in the sheets We can f*ck like Ray J and Kim K for weeks Imma turn you around, hit it from the back Watch you pull and squirt up on the sheets I don’t know what kind a spell you had on me Make a nigga cum like a wet dream When I wake from this I’m gone remember you lied Got my nut off Now it’s f*ck you right now It’s no more jealousy tampering my heart I had to realize some of these hoes gotta play they part You gotta examine these hoes from the very start You’ll never know what bitch that’s ready to break your heart (I don’t got no telepathy) So I don’t believe shit you say I pay attention what you do to me And all them times you thought you was slick lil bitch That shit wasn’t stress me I just roll up a blunt while another bitch suck on me While I wonder why is her or is it me Man f*ck this shit Imma just focus on paper Don’t got time for a hoe that’s getting no paper Any way way way way Imma let you know Im so glad I let the bum bitch go Imma let you know You ain’t hurtin a nigga no mo (Na) (Bitch)
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