Don't do scorpios
I told opie that you
Curved me again
Bitch since when
Now you got a best friend
Fooled me once
Then you fooled me again
I put that on my kid
You won't be doing it again
I needed more space
And communication
You bringing up things
That don't got things
To do with the situation
Ferragamo with the Gucci
I be mismatched
Popped up at your crib
Stalking you I was attached
Telling me to chill but I can't
I need my lick back
All the things I ever brought
For you bitch I want it back
Righteous you like this
You left me for a stud
That's what I get
It took me mad days
Just to write this
I won't shoot my shot again
Because I might miss
In a room full of people
Would you notice me
Swear to god on your life
You're over me
Made me book a trip
And then you curved that's Ode
All I thought about was
Seeing you on a beach
Fashion nova dress
And got McQueens on your feet
You should've told me no
From jump respectfully
I loved your ass to death
But now you dead to me
I hope your ass stay broke
Until your seventy
I just think that's it's over
Everything I did just to show her
Don't me cry on your shoulder
She keep coming
Closer and closer and closer
But every time
I want some closure
She go and block me
Always trying to hit a nigga
With the lotty dotty
How you fucking with a
Stud bitch and they not me
They not me
Ziggy
Curved me again
Bitch since when
Now you got a best friend
Fooled me once
Then you fooled me again
I put that on my kid
You won't be doing it again
I needed more space
And communication
You bringing up things
That don't got things
To do with the situation
Ferragamo with the Gucci
I be mismatched
Popped up at your crib
Stalking you I was attached
Telling me to chill but I can't
I need my lick back
All the things I ever brought
For you bitch I want it back
Righteous you like this
You left me for a stud
That's what I get
It took me mad days
Just to write this
I won't shoot my shot again
Because I might miss
In a room full of people
Would you notice me
Swear to god on your life
You're over me
Made me book a trip
And then you curved that's Ode
All I thought about was
Seeing you on a beach
Fashion nova dress
And got McQueens on your feet
You should've told me no
From jump respectfully
I loved your ass to death
But now you dead to me
I hope your ass stay broke
Until your seventy
I just think that's it's over
Everything I did just to show her
Don't me cry on your shoulder
She keep coming
Closer and closer and closer
But every time
I want some closure
She go and block me
Always trying to hit a nigga
With the lotty dotty
How you fucking with a
Stud bitch and they not me
They not me
Ziggy
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