He buggin'
I hear Em but don't trust it
Cuz everything ain't worth duscussing
Ain't nothing
Fuk em girl, fuk it We in the club, clubbin'
Fuk em girl, fuk it
Girl he came in here late again
Like a birch ain't tired
But if He put his mouth on me
He might get da shit wired
I done cooked, cleaned and ironed
Took pics, promo flick shit in private
Put up wit dat ghetto bullshit you tryin
I was in ya iPhone spying, stop lying
Two tears in a bucket
They ain't on my face so fuk it
He buggin'
I hear Em but don't trust it
Cuz everything ain't worth duscussing
Ain't nothing
thanks

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