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I thought you was smart ho
Why you aint play your part ho?
I bought you a bag
And you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my n*gga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon shoot me
Why you type that sh*t on Twitter, hey
Im gettin real money
No its not a secret, no its no facade
How you gon beat a charge
Puttin your whole life on a blog
How you gon suck and f*ck me
Then tell my b*tch, you done lost ho
How you gon go against the grain
I cant f*ck with you at all ho
I heard he like to subtweet
I guess he scared to at me
Im hitting her from the back
And she like f*ck my baby daddy, yeah
F*ck his tied ass, f*ck that n*gga, he aint sh*t
Want me to stay in the house
While he somewhere with that b*tch, hold up
Im a real n*gga
I dont pillow talk bout n*ggas
He heard rumors bout her f*ckin on that
He said he gon kill her
I heard rumors he gon spazz out
If he ever see me with her
This no rumor, come the right way
Cause you now I keep my pistol, ayy
Why you gon make a fake page and DM my b*tch
And tell her my business
How you gon try to deny it
I know it was you, it wasnt no witness
How you gon say you my dog
But you f*ckin off with the enemy
How you gon say you a man
But all in your feelings
You got some b*tch tendencies
I thought you was smart ho
Why you aint play your part ho?
I bought you a bag
And you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my n*gga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
Im gettin real money
No its not a secret, no its no facade
How you gon beat a charge
Puttin your whole life on a blog
How you gon suck and f*ck me
Then tell my b*tch, you done lost ho
How you gon go against the grain
I cant f*ck with you at all ho
How you gon say you dont care
Tryna post shit to make me mad b*tch
I had to cut you off
Put you in the past like my last b*tch
How you gon say you gangster
When you seen me in public and b*tched up
But on the net talkin tough
Gon let her come and get you hit up, hey
Fake been a fold
Never should I put the police in the business, never would I
N*ggas talkin crazy, I dont let it faze me
Why you mad? I never understood why
Bitter b*tches on the internet tryna bash me
Should I call the ho and spazz?
Or should I be green, play some get back with her
F*ck her friend, make her mad, ayy
Why you playin?
If we dont catch you we send shots at your mans
Have the clan pull up in vans and pop you like a xan
I thought she was smart, she couldnt play her part
I had to pay her some
B*tch you had Tiffany on the way
And was gon put a new ass on you
I thought you was smart ho
Why you aint play your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my n*gga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
Im gettin real money
No its not a secret, no its no facade
How you gon beat a charge
Puttin your whole life on a blog
How you gon suck and f* ck me
Then tell my b*tch, you done lost ho
How you gon go against the grain
I cant f*ck with you at all ho