| Say I’m fucked up,
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| Well, you just might be fucked up too
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| I might be fucked up
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| Well baby girl, how about you?
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| You used to be my nigga
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| You used to be that cool bitch
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| You used to smoke wit' a nigga
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| But now you on that bullshit
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| You used to sex me crazy
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| You used to call me baby
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| Now all you do it nag me like a 5 year old from the backseat
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| You used to be so confident
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| But all that shit came and went
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| Used to be anti-internet
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| But now you constantly blogging and shit!
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| You used to strip for a nigga
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| Now you ain’t got nothing but lip for a nigga
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| Halfway decent for me, but you dress up for your girlfriends?
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| Listening to what they say god your ass without a husband
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| Put you in a Benz, you did everything to get me
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| Ain’t did nothing since but keep talking about what it should be
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| Car note, daycare, paid all the fucking rent
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| Know you wanna run the world
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| But first, try running this
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| But yall don’t hear me, oh, oh, oh
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| Stop fucking with me, woman
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| Stop fucking with me, woman
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| Stop fucking with me, woman
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| Stop fucking with me if you ain’t fucking with me
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| You used to be so sweet
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| But now you act bitter
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| And just so I don’t hear that shit, I drown my liver in this liquor
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| You used to be like this man
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| You used to be my best friend
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| Now all you do is judge me
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| And scream out fuck me, but don’t fuck me
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| Ohhh, hell to the no!
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| Now I’m all up in the clubs
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| Now I’m all up in the mall
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| Now you in my cell phone screaming «who's this bitch?»
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| She’s just a friend, yeah that’s it
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| And now you wanna trip, ain’t that some shit?
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| Yesterday you didn’t give a fuck, now you asking where I been
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| And you hating on every girl that walk by
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| Talking about «where she think she going in that outfit?»
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| She don’t even love me, she loves the competition
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| Every man out there: I hope you’re listening
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| Can I be honest?
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| Can I be muthafucking honest?
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| Stop fucking with me, woman
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| Stop fucking with me, woman
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| Stop fucking with me, woman
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| Stop fucking with me if you ain’t fucking with me
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| There’s nothing at home, so I’m searching for love
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| Tried to get through, but you don’t give a fuck
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| She can’t love me, when she don’t love herself
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| Feels like I’m sleepin with somebody else
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| Now I’m seeing somebody else
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| Now I’m touching somebody else
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| Now I’m fucking somebody else
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| But go ahead and blame me if it helps.
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| I’m just being honest
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| I know, I know, I know, I know sometimes I’m wrong
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| But am I really the only one
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| Real women know that I’m talking real shit
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| And you fake bitches, I’m sure your sittin' around all pissed
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| All my real niggas know that I’m talking real shit
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| And fake niggas can take notes, or find rope and choke, nigga
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| Yeah, honest-y |