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I you was smart ho
Why you ain't play part ho?
I bought you a bag and you put that on the blog ho
I thought you was my nigga
I thought you was
You say you gon' me
Why you type shit on Twitter, hey
I'm gettin' real money, no not a secret, no it's no facade
How you gon' beat a charge, puttin' your whole on a blog
How you gon' suck and fuck me then my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon' go against the grain', I can't with you at all ho

I heard he like to subtweet, I guess he to at me
I'm hitting her from the back and she fuck my baby daddy, yeah
Fuck his tied ass, that nigga, he ain't shit
Want me to stay in the house he somewhere with that bitch, hold up
I'm a real nigga, I don't talk 'bout niggas
He heard rumors 'bout her fuckin' on that, he said he gon' her
I rumors he gon' spazz out if he ever see me with her
This no rumor, come the right way you now I keep my pistol, ayy
Why you gon' make a fake page and DM my bitch and her my business
How you gon' try to it, I know it was you, it wasn't no witness
How you say you my dog
But you fuckin' off the enemy
How you say you a man
But all in your feelings, you got some bitch

I thought you was ho
Why you ain't your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put on the blog ho
I thought you was my nigga
I thought you was
You say you gon' me
Why you type shit on Twitter, hey
I'm gettin' money, no it's not a secret, no it's no facade
How you gon' beat a charge, puttin' your life on a blog
How you gon' suck and fuck me then my bitch, you done lost ho
How you go against the grain', I can't fuck with you at all ho

How you gon' say you don't care, tryna post shit to make me mad
I had to cut you off, put you in the past like my last
How you gon' say you gangster you seen me in public and bitched up
But on the net talkin'
let her come and get you hit up, hey
Fake been a fold, never I put the police in the business, never would I
Niggas talkin' crazy, I don't let it faze me, why you I never understood why
Bitter bitches on the internet tryna bash me, should I call the ho and
Or should I be green, some get back with her
Fuck her friend, her mad, ayy
Why you playin'? if we don't catch you we send shots at your
Have the clan up in vans and pop you like a xan
I she was smart, she couldn't play her part
I had to pay her
Bitch you had on the way, and was gon' put a new ass on you

I thought you was ho
Why you ain't your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the ho
I thought you was my nigga
I you was killer
You say you shoot me
Why you type that on Twitter, hey
I'm gettin' money, no it's not a secret, no it's no facade
How you gon' a charge, puttin' your whole life on a blog
How you gon' suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you lost ho
How you gon' go against the grain', I can't with you at all ho