![]() Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and uh, that's me Others would hate, but I don't give em no breath Some would say that I'm the symbol for sex and uh Who would've thought I hit you right back?Īnd you wonder why the fuck that I ain't call you lately Wait 'till the chick see me on TV, I make the shit look easy There were times I used to hide my feelings Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with 5 Brazilians Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, babyĪll your childish attempts to make me angry fall short I paid for that crib and never stepped foot inĪnd now somebody else is eating all the pudding I paid for the bed and never even slept in it Why you gotta act like a bitch when I'm with you?
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