D.Webb - Dead Ends

Southside chilling with my niggas them
Fake feelings and relations bring the realist ends
The same women hit me
Phone full of synonyms
You was feeling other niggas now it’s different
Wait
Who am I to let you get your spot back
Who am I to let you get your cock back
It ain’t really yours
Drizzles turn pours
When you vision other women really gripping what was yours
Fuck!
I know you hate it
I know you hate it
Fronting’ for these niggas posting pictures of ya body tryna holla cause I made it
Fuck!
I know you hate it
I know you hate it
Crying to ya girls reminiscing what we had now you brag I’m ya favorite
I know I ain't always have my stuff together
But then I made just4u
Really that was just a waste of my time
But I appreciate it
Everything is so different
Ugh
Why you looking sour in the face?
You was car hopping back when I was in the race
I was tryna get it in my four room apartment
While you was fucking niggas for some tru's and some garments
Say you want that real shit, hmm
I spit it for you
Pray you find a new flame
Fuck it girl, I lit it for you
Friends told you leave sorry baby you stuck with her
Tryna double back, but you left for a fuck nigga
Damn
I know you hate it
I know you hate it
Fronting’ for these niggas posting pictures of ya body tryna holla cause I made it
Fuck!
I know you hate it
I know you hate it
Crying to ya girls reminiscing what we had now you brag I’m ya favorite

Written by:
DeVante Webb

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