Sore Loser

Yeah, yeah

Know you hate to be ignored, but boy, I've been bored
Keep callin' my phone, shit dead like a corpse, corpse, corpse
Broke his heart, now he sore, sore
Change the locks on the door

Damn, another one
I'ma need a boo when the summer done
Need a fine brother like my mother son
Blah, blah, dun, dun, dun-dun-dun

Had a few in the past, but them boys ain't last
Where them boys with the cash?
Ex dead if you ask me, ah

So please, don't ask me
He's trash, he's nasty, keep goin', walk past me
Who's that? He's flashy, maybe way too flashy
That's Diddy, I'm Cassie, free sample you can have me



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Writer(s): Tierra Sharday Whack-welton
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