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Senta the artist (get it right)

Uh yea
I thought you was real (I did)
But you be off of the pills (pill popping)
And I be off of the sh*ts too ( I do too)
So how we really feel? (How we feel)
Was it just the drugs? (Was it)
Or is it real love?(I don’t think so)
I ask the same question every time knowing I don’t really give a f**k(swear I don’t give a f**k)
Man f**k a n***a(f**k em)
I don’t really need a thug nah (I don’t)
I ain’t ever gon want nobody cause I don’t believe in love don’t believe in marriage either so you can get off your knees
Oh you say you loving me(stop lying)
N***a please
You capping can’t buy my love cause I’m taxing
Im cla**ic with a whole lot of bad b*t*h
She ratchet and her face structure tragic
That’s what these n***as want so I’m staying on my own
All by my lonely cause only b*t*h n***as want me
And I don’t want nun of these b*t*hes
So I be chilling with the homies
Ima do it on my own I don’t need a n***a cause I keep it on me
Coming with a different tone cause my last n***a was a phonie
(fake a**)
Back then I coulda sworn I was in love
Got off the drugs now I don’t really give a f**k
Looked at that n***a like he was ugly as f**k(b*t*h you was ugly)
Aye when it’s over man I swear it’s really done
Got another self before you love anyone
People quick to deceive you that’s why you gotta keep a gun
My head is filled with madness I can not trust anyone
I feel like they trying to get me but I am not going to run
Ima take this sh*t head on bullet landing right in my dome
But I promise to see the throne I’m okay with dying alone
I hate when n***as call my phone i never ask them what they want cause I don’t really care to know you a hoe
Why the f**k are you calling my phone  leave me alone these n***as just tryna get on
Say they f**k with me but really they don’t thats why I’m doing this sh*t on my own thought I could ride with the n***a I couldn’t
Every b*t*h he f**ked with he shouldn’t
I got the cake and these b*t*hes is pudding
You layed with these soft hoes and end up with nothing
But f**k it I’m turning nothing into something

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