x2] I wanted you to That I am ready to go, My I you to know you are around, can't speak I can't
I know what your boy Skinny tie and a cuff He go and breakfast You walk naked I might text you Turn your phone over, when it's all No down, my text go to your screen You know better that I around when you least expect me I'm sitting at the bar when your is empty You thinking that the songs on to tempt me I need to be alone the way you left me You calling, you start crying I come over, I'm you I find you The girl I once had But the sex that we have, isn't bad The say that "It's not fair" code for "He's not here" And I'ma flirt with new girl And I'ma if it don't work So we fuck, we come, to conclusions All the things that we thought we was I'm and you know this That's why we up in the first place
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It's late Thursday I know that you me But you want the same thing Well two can play game So I'm chilling with my But she not my real She got a key to my but She's not my real Stupid, so Say the wrong thing and wrong girls runnin' I'm that these girls want something from me And it's to make a dime go one hundred And my dude freakin' out over a fate She on time, but she late for they first he went and tried out all new condoms Slipped off in a threesome, good Wrong Askin' him if she play games the super smash brothers, but none of them you I miss the sex when you kiss you through Sixty nine is the only for two I was wrong, but would you have listened to Uh, you crazy I got a heart, but the Is the thing girls want when you in that smokin' light
x2]
So we're This the real shit? We used to hold hands field trips I'm a jerk, but your is a real dick I read his post on wall and I feel sick He ain't cool, he and all that But he just a fake nigga who in all caps You wait to date I'm straight for your thighs like the cake you ate I give a fuck about the that you say you hate You that I'm the best when I'm a-fake-tionate I'm the that you had, face it J and are related, racist I give you money, then you it, like you made off She ain't a killer, but she'd fucking blow head off I know he wondering, "What the you hiding?" That we dated like raps about Bin Ayo, fuck Are we Are we fucking? Are we best Are we something in between that? I wish we fucked, and I mean that
But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it's awesome