Infidelity
Yeah
You wasn't god damn right
I knew you wasn't who you said you was that night
Bitch you a hoe
You was never my life
Talkin bout you want a god damn life
You wanted god damn rings
Wanted to be my god damn wife
I knew that your ass was motherfuckin god damn trifling
Yeah, uh huh
What the hell you say
You better fix your mouth
Don't open back up til you get down south
Acting like I don't know what the hell I'm talkin bout
Better recognize
Who the fuck you
Who the fuck you
Who the fuck you talking to
Shawty who the fuck you
Who the fuck you talkin to, uh
I can always feel bullshit in my soul
Ima miss you, on everything I know
Ima miss you, on everything I know
Ima miss you baby, yeah
You tried to pull it, yeah you tried to pull it
Like two teeth with cavities, close your mouth actually
Running that mouth, she is a oral athelete
Turning my back if she ask to get back with me
She is a hoe, even he friends was backin me
Ain't it funny though
She stung me like a bumblebee but she always called me hunny though
These bitches ain't loyal
I swear that these bitches ain't loyal though
Wrap it up, pass me the foil yo
Take all that baggage with you
I know that the past will get you
I know that the past is vicious
I know that you're in my past
And on G-O-D I ain't going back to get you, nah
Who the fuck you
Who the fuck you
Who the fuck you talkin to
Shawty who the fuck you talkin to
I can always feel bullshit in my soul
Ima miss you, on everything I know
Ima miss you, on everything I know
Ima miss you baby, yeah
Yeah
You wasn't god damn right
I knew you wasn't who you said you was that night
Bitch you a hoe
You was never my life
Talkin bout you want a god damn life
You wanted god damn rings
Wanted to be my god damn wife
I knew that your ass was motherfuckin god damn trifling
Yeah, uh huh
What the hell you say
You better fix your mouth
Don't open back up til you get down south
Acting like I don't know what the hell I'm talkin bout
Better recognize
Who the fuck you
Who the fuck you
Who the fuck you talking to
Shawty who the fuck you
Who the fuck you talkin to, uh
I can always feel bullshit in my soul
Ima miss you, on everything I know
Ima miss you, on everything I know
Ima miss you baby, yeah
You tried to pull it, yeah you tried to pull it
Like two teeth with cavities, close your mouth actually
Running that mouth, she is a oral athelete
Turning my back if she ask to get back with me
She is a hoe, even he friends was backin me
Ain't it funny though
She stung me like a bumblebee but she always called me hunny though
These bitches ain't loyal
I swear that these bitches ain't loyal though
Wrap it up, pass me the foil yo
Take all that baggage with you
I know that the past will get you
I know that the past is vicious
I know that you're in my past
And on G-O-D I ain't going back to get you, nah
Who the fuck you
Who the fuck you
Who the fuck you talkin to
Shawty who the fuck you talkin to
I can always feel bullshit in my soul
Ima miss you, on everything I know
Ima miss you, on everything I know
Ima miss you baby, yeah
Yeah
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Writer(s): Eddie Hendon
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