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[Intro] (Berge always flexin') [Chorus] Ooh, hurtin' my heart I don't know what the fuck this bitch thought Oh, Lord, got me callin' my God You ain't mine, probably fuckin' my boy [Verse 1] I don't need you, ho I been puttin' up with your shit ever since I was a jit I say, "Bitch, you gotta go" Always knew you wasn't shit, but I loved you too strong Only when you 'round, you fuck with me, get mad and then you party Know you gon' get drunk and wanna fuck, ho, why you startin' me? Know them hoes you be with wanna fuck, laugh when you saltin' me Know that shit you tell them don't add up, you got tattoos of me All across your face, ho, you down bad, I hate you All them moves I make, I never tried once for to break you Out of all them moves you make, bitch, you ain't breakin' me You know not one nigga for to play 'cause it ain't safe with me After all them times you laid with them, bitch, you ain't think of me at all? Get mad and the shit you say to me, you hate me, wish I'd fall You need to tell his baby mama what you know, that boy don't play with me All that shit y'all pull on me gon' make me kill that child inside the street You fucked on him, you don't fuck with me You run, I ain't tryin' catchin' up And you never said it 'til this day, this ho think I'm a fuckin duck You deserve everything these bitches havin', but you fucked it up Only takin' orders from my daddy, you know I'm slimy, probably put you up [Chorus] Ooh, hurtin' my heart I don't know what the fuck this bitch thought Oh, Lord, got me callin' my God She ain't mine, probably fuckin' my boy [Verse 2] Gotta love the hoes that stick on my side Might make a flick with Yaya I'm on the other side of options tonight I come from the Northside You was with me, I was fucked up, we ain't have a house, we would fuck outside Then we had to switch it up, at the time, it's up, I had the hood hot Bitch always lyin' and tellin' lies on me You ain't my type of woman, ain't the type of bitch I need And I ain't your type of nigga, you don't do that shit to me Yeah, you know right from wrong, don't try to apologize [Bridge] Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh I see a star in the sky It's not shinin', it's been dim I swear I seen a star cry I say, she used to be my wish, you know I'm not them [Chorus] Ooh, hurtin' my heart I don't know what the fuck this bitch thought Oh, Lord, I just pulled up in a push-start Buy my baby mama another from BR [Verse 3] Fuck your trust, I know I'm more turnt up than that boy Uh, fuck your heart and if I burned it, hope it boil Goddamn, you a snake, and bitch, you knowin' that I'm knowin' Be with his sister and you did that to that boy Used to help me write rhymes Even in jail, you helped me through all my times Know I killed that fat bitch boyfriend that be around Ayy, while that time I was in jail, straight from Parish prison [Chorus] Ooh, hurtin' my heart I don't know what the fuck this bitch thought Oh, Lord, got me callin' my God She ain't mine, probably fuckin' my boy
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