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Man I gotta tell you what I've to tell you I'm stuck, 8 months passed and I ever called you a slut, Till that day you bailed the fuck out on me and left that guy, I don't understand why, you bitch and then lied, But I guess all girls just sit and gossip ain't to it, But I grew up and dealt with my and all the excuses, Had to come back upstairs and make that lil sign of again, But before this we used to be the best of single friend, It all changes as the world clock just tick again, You spit a 16 fuck that spit a 12, I'll still beat you in creativity, and sales and everything else, My beats are the hottest and my are the modest what you know? What do you have when gone, The only you ever cared about is long gone, And fucked up in this world, They care about girls, and Ima, Tell you what I do now you got my word.
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Now I just know what the fuck you doing up in here? We already talked about this thing where you gone be living, You stay on your side, around at the night, I just wish I could you that big mistake that you made, There's more I can say to your pretty lil face, Unless you wanna give me the time of day, And it's funny cause these jerks have the same style, As every other Hipster on the mile, know that I overcame my devil, Came up on the level, him in the heart, Way before I even this thing I call rap, So I can't be affected by on my back, I'm on I keep it moving forward and, My gently weeps, The only up for keeps, bitches want me to tell em, But my is a venom, You got a on your face, Like you are the place, But you a lil baby, I come and call you crazy.