| Yo, yo Ex-girlfriend, how you been? |
| I see you still
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| tryin to fuck with other women men, remember when
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| I first met you in my cousin’s house, a week later
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| we was fuckin on your momma couch, now it’s been said
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| that big girls they don’t cry, but they damn sure lie
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| Look you in the eye, sayin you they only
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| You and I, til the day we die, said you’d never
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| leave me lonely, fly tenderoni but you phony
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| Shoulda listened when my momma told me, soon as I turn my back you try to fuck my homies, that was then
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| this is now I got a new friend, ever since
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| I cut them loose ends you wanna bone me Add strife to my life, pussy that’ll make me think twice
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| about leavin the wife even, picture that
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| You ain’t want me when you had me, now you on your third baby daddy, and you hate to see a nigga happy
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| So you tryin mad ways to trap me, lookin at my girl nasty
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| Tryin to throw the pussy at me Now look at this bitch over here tryin to act like me Uh-huh, fuck that bitch, she what wifey leftover
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| I’m still lovin you babe (8X)
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| Yo yo It’s always you and your crusty ass crew, be actin new
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| Let me find out that you fuckin with Boo, and y’all gon’feel it Waitin for the day that you front, and catch a lump
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| from my black butterfly, that don’t pack a lullaby
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| Sleep on her, she said you bitches tried to creep on her
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| in the mall and didn’t know she had the reach on her
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| Pearl-handled twenty-two, my Boo
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| She go ahead and walk her dogs, and represent Wu to the fullest, you and hon can shoot the fair one
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| I’ll bring the bullets, knowhatI’msayin? |
| Stop playin
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| You and them dyke lookin bitches
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| Actin like y’all jumpin somethin, go 'head with that bullshit
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| I’m still in love with babe (8X)
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| Got tired of the games, the lies, the feeble alibis
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| Now you fuckin with the next guy, a Thug Nigga
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| Derelict be actin bugged nigga, show this nigga
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| mad love but get no love nigga? |
| Stupid ass
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| Plus I heard that he be beatin on you, I seen him
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| at the club cheatin on you, witcha best friend, got you stressin
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| And used up, pull your shoes up, all you need’s affection
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| but you’re headed in the wrong direction
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| Tryin to make this nigga jealous, with other fellas
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| All up in my face actin overzealous
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| Like you want somethin from Meth, I hope it ain’t love girl
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| Cause I ain’t got none left for you, plus you miserable
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| Misery Love Company, shit I’m livin comfortably, don’t need no nigga huntin me down for fuckin round, with his kitty
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| Talk to him, before my brother put a spark through him
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| Won’t be pretty, the situation got my whole attitude shitty
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| And got you actin high saditty with your slut committee
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| You know I know; |
| so go find another sucker yo, I been there
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| and been done that befo', and don’t need it no mo'
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| That’s, my, word! |
| So go to your own with that there, word up and tell that bighead nigga you run with that you was insane
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| I’m still in love with babe (8X) |