| Ooh-ooh, yeah
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| Oh, woah
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| Prove it if I’m your bitch
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| Prove it if this shit real
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| Love really all that we got
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| Tell me, why do I question they way you feel?
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| Prove it if you my nigga
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| Tell me, is that too hard?
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| Keep runnin' out my life, uh
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| Now I gotta let my guards up
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| Some of these niggas ain’t meant to be loved
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| I told him I’m mentally done
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| I don’t want nothing to do with ya ass
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| 'Cause I know it’s a hoe in ya bed
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| You never around, never involved
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| And you never pick up when I call
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| Never respond, never get back
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| Now I’m typin' and sendin' you threats
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| Fuck is you doin'? |
| I’m knowin' you cheatin' with one of ya exes
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| Why is you feedin' me lies?
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| Don’t play with my mind, you know I’m a sceptic
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| Feel like I’m overly thinkin'
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| Shit, I thought that we had a connection
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| You keep sayin' your feelings is real
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| But when you around, you never express 'em (Huh)
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| Niggas be thinkin' they slicker than me
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| Like a scale, I’m keepin' a count
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| I ain’t like none of these bitches you fuckin'
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| If you ain’t a hunnid, I’m out (I'm out)
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| Somethin' inside tellin' me leave, I gotta follow it
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| Niggas be sayin' they thorough, showing the opposite
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| Prove it if I’m your bitch
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| Prove it if this shit real
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| Love really all that we got
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| Tell me, why do I question they way you feel?
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| Prove it if you my nigga
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| Tell me, is that too hard?
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| Keep runnin' out my life, uh
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| Now I gotta let my guards up
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| I ain’t see none this comin' at all, shit, I thought you was decent
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| Shit really makin' me mad 'cause you ain’t do none of that shit you was
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| preachin'
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| You was leavin' the crib, linkin' with hoes, actin' like you a lil' bachelor
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| I don’t see no nigga holdin' me down, these niggas be pullin' me backwards
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| What is we on? |
| I feel it all in my soul, your energy changin'
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| Niggas be goin' from bitches to bitch and then wonder why I be complainin'
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| I’m offended
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| You givin' these women a reason to taunt me
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| As soon as the money slow down, these niggas run back and be yellin' they sorry
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| The love’ll never be the same (Love'll never be the same)
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| I hate love cause I know the word be in vain (I know the word be in vain)
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| If you ain’t ready, then I gotta cut shit loose
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| Say you is, but you never showed me the proof (Never showed me the proof)
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| Prove it if I’m your bitch (Yeah)
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| Prove it if this shit real (Yeah)
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| Love really all that we got
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| Tell me, why do I question they way you feel? |
| (Question the way you feel)
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| Prove it if you my nigga (Yeah)
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| Tell me, is that too hard? |
| (Yeah)
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| Keep runnin' out my life, uh
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| Now I gotta let my guards up
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| Prove it if I’m your bitch (Yeah)
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| Prove it if this shit real (Yeah)
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| Love really all that we got
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| Tell me, why do I question they way you feel? |
| (Question the way you feel)
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| Prove it if you my nigga (Yeah)
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| Tell me, is that too hard? |
| (Yeah)
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| Keep runnin' out my life, uh
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| Now I gotta let my guards up
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| Prove it
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| Prove it |