T R I P - Jealousy

Little bitch can’t lie to me I know just who you are
This not jealousy this shit coming from the heart
I regret fucking with your ass from the very start
I should’ve knew damn well you was gone break my heart
Lil hoe now why the fuck you had to play them cards
And show every niggas your hand, you got around
Fucking with you this long I should of took off
I should’ve knew damn well you was wastin my time
Lil hoe now why you thought that shit you did was cool
You should’ve never fucked my over
Bitch chu a fool
I was your Martin, you was my Gina without the feud
Show got cancel because I have no trust in you
Why the fuck you lie bout shit that I already knew
You must know when you lie to me lil bitch you know you through
If you do it one time I know it’s gone be a two
So why the fuck did I keep on fucking with you
God damn, God damn what the fuck did I do
I’m Stressin, reminiscin bout fuckin on you
Gotta cope with this feelin so I had to hit the Stu
Just to let you know lil bitch it’s really fuck you
(Yeah)

Don’t got time for the fuckeries
Every day I’m tryna make a better me
I remember the times I would just lie knowing I was fucking hoes in the street
Let me get off that, that was the older me
Blac Youngsta type nigga fuck what you think
I just make home at a decent time
With some money and another drink
Now I need you butt naked up in the sheets
We can fuck like Ray J and Kim K for weeks
Imma turn you around, hit it from the back
Watch you pull and squirt up on the sheets
I don’t know what kind a spell you had on me
Make a nigga cum like a wet dream
When I wake from this I’m gone remember you lied
Got my nut off
Now it’s fuck you right now

It’s no more jealousy tampering my heart
I had to realize some of these hoes gotta play they part
You gotta examine these hoes from the very start
You’ll never know what bitch that’s ready to break your heart
(I don’t got no telepathy)
So I don’t believe shit you say
I pay attention what you do to me
And all them times you thought you was slick lil bitch
That shit wasn’t stress me
I just roll up a blunt while another bitch suck on me
While I wonder why is her or is it me
Man fuck this shit
Imma just focus on paper
Don’t got time for a hoe that’s getting no paper
Any way way way way
Imma let you know
Im so glad I let the bum bitch go
Imma let you know
You ain’t hurtin a nigga no mo
(Na)
(Bitch)

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