| You use to hug him used to love him
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| He’s bugging transformed into an abusive husband
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| You got two kids four cars two cribs and the scars you hid
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| When he cracked a few ribs
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| He left with old lies he’s back with new fibs
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| A penitentiary nigga who loves to bid
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| it’s hard to believe
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| That you a diva who just won’t catch the fever to leave
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| While good niggas lined up to interview and sign up
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| Seems you wouldn’t learn and you wined up merked out
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| No chance to do the workout
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| You was much better off kicking the Jerk out and starting over
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| But his hold on ya was much tighter than a cobra
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| So man up poke ya chest out like a soldier
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| You growing older the world is getting colder
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| Remember I told ya it was over
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| Beef goes on
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| Keep breaking up no making up on
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| And the beef goes on
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| Keep breaking up no making up on
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| When you were younger under your bed there was a monster
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| Between your legs where he wants to he haunts you
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| Still to this day you got little to say
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| Bout the nightmares you kept and let it wither away
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| As a little girl fell victim as a prey
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| But you shut up now you grown up all fucked up
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| Shame thoughts slipping through your high
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| Nowadays the same shit is ripping you apart
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| 26 tryna get rich quick high heels lipstick
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| Sliding down poles they don’t call you miss
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| Now they call you miss bitch
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| That bitch bend over backwards throw a dollar at you and that’s it
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| You been bruised and scraped abused and raped
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| You sold dreams from cocaine and dudes at snakes
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| Somebody had a walking day inside your shoes would shake
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| It’s like you never had a chance to chose your
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| He said baby i’m a changed man
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| Could never be the same man
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| You tryna get jerked with the same hand
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| Ready to switch up your game plan
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| Cause he don’t wanna act like your main man
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| It’s time for rings to exchange hands
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| And forever wearing wedding bands
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| It’s hard to imagine the cause and the action
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| That might have caused the attraction
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| She thinking how he gonna play me now
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| He crazy foul plus we got a baby now
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| It’s like she by herself on her own
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| Cause he don’t ever help when he’s home
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| He jet out like he’s on flight
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| Come back home and start mad fights
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| The love dimming like a hall light
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| Cause it go never all right |