| Aye baby girl, I wrote you a song
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| Cause trifling ass hoes should get some fucking credit for their work
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| Yeah, that’s you
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| I ain’t here to shame a slut
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| Whose body count went up
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| Except it got a big plus 10
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| While we dated
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| Yeah, I’m not exaggerating
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| Hey, I wrote you a song
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| Cause we got shit unresolved
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| I just need some quick closure
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| Say your piece and go
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| Get it all off your chest
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| Then don’t come back again
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| I don’t want to know
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| If you fucked him again
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| Keep that shit to yourself
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| Cause you can’t kill me again
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| Don’t have time to recover, think I just might die
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| You can’t do this again
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| Don’t have time to recover, think I just might die
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| Die
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| I just might die
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| I just might die
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| I just might die
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| Die
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| I just might die
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| I just might die
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| I just might die
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| You can say what you want, but is it gonna
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| Change anything, I really wanna
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| Stay in my lane, avoid the drama with you
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| So get it all of your chest
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| Then don’t come back again
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| Now it’s really the end
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| I know you fucked him again
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| Told me he was just a friend
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| I thought that we could be something so much better
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| And even though you mistreated me, this gives me no pleasure
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| I guess we just weren’t to be, that’s how it goes sometimes
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| But you were the one, you were the one
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| I wanted it to be |