| Never trust no bitch
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| Niggas should have known not to trust that bitch
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| If I was you, I wouldn’t piss off them gods
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| Cause they hit you with their pistols and they stick you with them knives
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| Whacha sniffin' crystal while you twitchin' with yo eye
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| Niggas ride stitches for they eye
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| If you snitch you get sentenced quick, me and my conscious
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| Bitch niggas must be on barbiturates
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| Caught you with that bitch you with, six what I hit you with
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| The more people you fuck over, the more is you get
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| Don;t get caught up in a situation
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| Get stuck while you sit and waitin'
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| And the bitch you datin'
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| Just a stipulation of the chick you scrapin'
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| Or the one you holdin' hands, or that bitch you matin'
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| You proud to be, see, my first bitch, she lied to me
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| Found out all the shit she hide from me
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| The whole time, though this chick was gonna ride for me
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| I put the gun to the head, let her die with me
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| Since the day we met, I don’t even ride with you
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| Fuck, you kiddin'?! |
| I would die for you
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| I used to love you, bitch, but I can’t love you no more
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| What you parading around town like some goddamn whore?
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| You cheated on me, you wasn’t loyal at all!
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| If anybody gave you some rap, you gave him the drawers
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| It’s no wonder you got raped by a pack of niggas
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| Now with these all you is is just ass and titties
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| Used to sound so beautiful, used to feel pure,
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| used to make me feel good about going in raw
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| But you ain’t been the same er’since you move down south
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| Heard a bunch of ATL niggas ch&ed you out
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| I got pictures, videos, tweets won’t quit
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| Even heard you been suckin' some R&B dick
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| Damn, you was my hip-hop bitch
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| I mean, you was hip-hop, and you was my bitch |