Truth Hurts
Ooowee
See you lost yo whole position off of simple shit
We both thought that you was special but you simple bitch
Showed you that the grass was greener, felt the difference
Niggas lie straight to you face somehow yo thirst is quenched
Guess you like that shit
'Cause when a man tell you the truth you drink it like it's piss
I guess lies and lime-aritas yall favorite type of mix
But see baby girl the truth hurts
But in real life see the truth work and imma tell the truth first
But see breakin in my phone aint how the truth work
Baby thats some freshman boy shit, I'm not a red shirt
Yeah my pockets Limp Bizkit like Fred Durst
Yeah baby we can fuck but why dont we make a plan first?
Why don't we hit the beach and draw the blueprint on the sand first?
Why we can't talk about these millions while I watch you tan first?
You say it hurts to see yo nigga with another girl
But we all know that team work really run the world
But you just said yo baby daddy had two other girls
Two kids before year three
And you did all that for free
So how in yo rabbit mind
Could you not do that for me?
But ima get you with a fee
Every bitch payin' me
Nu'n less than two or three
The type of bread we need to see
Ooowee
But you rather be up with that nigga layin up for fun
Goin' through his phone, he in the cub throwin one's
Told you he was workin with the guys makin runs
You stuck in the house, with the kids raising sons
Is it fun?
Is it fun?
Shoulda listened you woulda won
Ooowee
See you lost yo whole position off of simple shit
We both thought that you was special but you simple bitch
Showed you that the grass was greener, felt the difference
Niggas lie straight to you face somehow yo thirst is quenched
Guess you like that shit
'Cause when a man tell you the truth you drink it like it's piss
I guess lies and lime-aritas yall favorite type of mix
But see baby girl the truth hurts
But in real life see the truth work and imma tell the truth first
But see breakin in my phone aint how the truth work
Baby thats some freshman boy shit, I'm not a red shirt
Yeah my pockets Limp Bizkit like Fred Durst
Yeah baby we can fuck but why dont we make a plan first?
Why don't we hit the beach and draw the blueprint on the sand first?
Why we can't talk about these millions while I watch you tan first?
You say it hurts to see yo nigga with another girl
But we all know that team work really run the world
But you just said yo baby daddy had two other girls
Two kids before year three
And you did all that for free
So how in yo rabbit mind
Could you not do that for me?
But ima get you with a fee
Every bitch payin' me
Nu'n less than two or three
The type of bread we need to see
Ooowee
But you rather be up with that nigga layin up for fun
Goin' through his phone, he in the cub throwin one's
Told you he was workin with the guys makin runs
You stuck in the house, with the kids raising sons
Is it fun?
Is it fun?
Shoulda listened you woulda won
Ooowee
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Writer(s): Albertina Walker, Jeremy Ragland
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