She's Gone 98

She got my heart and broke it into pieces
I got my money and broke it into pieces
She cares alot (my money) I'm not talking about her
I don't give a fuck if she's gone

She swears
That she knows
Get outta my face
Money is something you owe
Slip it in slow
She a hoe on the low
Go somewhere else, we're not even on the same road

That bitch took my hand and she told me that she wanted it
Left her in the past 'cause she wanted a fucking partnership

Only relationship I have is with my money bitch
Only relationship I know is with my family bitch

Why these bitches acting like teachers; trying to test me
Working so hard, barely sleep, I don't want no epilepsy

I'm a rock on you bitches
I'm a have you sick

I'm a flaunt on you witches
Broomstick magic trick you hidden

I'm about to hit you with it
I'm a rock y'all
With my rock guitar
Yeah

She got my heart and broke it into pieces
I got my money and broke it into pieces
She cares alot (my money) I'm not talking about her
I don't give a fuck if she's gone
She swears...

She knows too much
I was too rough
Woah



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Writer(s): Miguel Duarte
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