F.T.B. (Interlude)

She tell me that she love me
Least when I'm up in it
If I'm paying for everything how is you independent
Accusing me of things I didn't do she prolly trickin
So fuck that bitch yeah fuck dat bitch
I said it cuz I meant it like

Fuck that bitch
Yea fuck that bitch
Naw fuck that bitch
I woudnt touch that bitch
My heart outside it's cold as shit
No really fuck that bitch
Like fuck that bitch
She stole my shit
I wouldn't touch that bitch
My heart outside its cold as shit

She took advantage of me
Knocked me down I couldn't stand on my feet
I'm still the man in the streets
She was a stripper ain't matter ta me
She took advantage of me
Knocked me down I couldn't stand on my feet
I'm still the man in the streets
She was a stripper ain't matter ta me

Mama could see that she wasn't for me
She told me she got a bad vibe
Lived wit dat bitch she was silly as shit
I caught dat bitch up in mad lies
Look at her now when I'm kickin her out
And Her friends label me as the "bad guy"
Feel like ya daddy but I ain't ya pappy
You always look at me for advice
Dat bitch hit me wit da car
Yeah so I left wit a couple of scars
Took all my weed out the jar
Hitting up all my old bitches and broads
She Clean the house and I clean up her walls
She goin Cray never seen it before
You say my name she gon creme in her draws
Fuck dat bitch fuck her I mean it on God
She said all I had was some good dick
That lil money she seen spent
Ain't mean shit
That's why me she ain't seen since
Hundred calls in my call log
I swear dog that's recent
All I did was break up wit you
Man wassup wit You
Why you tweeking

Fuck that bitch
Yea fuck that bitch
Naw fuck that bitch
I woudnt touch that bitch
My heart outside it's cold as shit
No really fuck that bitch
Like fuck that bitch
She stole my shit
I wouldn't touch that bitch
My heart outside its cold as shit
Yea yea



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Writer(s): Basha Jordan
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