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Paroles : Art II

Sometimes I think you'll never learn, no
But you might learn today, yeah

I really wish that I knew what I ever did to you
That made you want to turn around
And stab my back when I turned around
Think I might point a pill, I was mad when I heard the news
I didn't believe it at first, but I know that's it not a rumor now
How come we need to sort this out in this type of way?
'Cause I try to be a good friend to you, but if that's how you want to play
I can do that all day, two can play that game, touché
See, what I'm tryna say is

I'll f**k your b*t*h
(What? Huh? What? Huh?)
I'll f**k your b*t*h
(Oh! What?)
Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich
(What? She thinks I'm what?)
I'll f**k your b*t*h, uh
I'll f**k your b*t*h, uh
I'll f**k your–