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When I come home, you wanna argue bout some shit from a week ago
She said, Papi, you a dog and I know youre doing me wrong
I said, Baby girl, youre wrong, cause that aint me or what Im on
She said, Lil nigga, yous a liar
Like I aint been all in your phone
Tryna put the blame on me, but I cant do it on my own
They say two wrongs dont make shit right,
But two rights never wrong a wrong
?, you know damn well I got the pole
Look in your eyes, see something wrong
But you gon tell me aint nothing wrong
You get to trippin, get to bitchin, now she tell you leave me lone
You keep trippin bout these bitches, that aint even what Im on
She told me, You aint got a lot of me, I know Im what you want
I said, Baby, once you get inside here then we gettin it on
Cant really talk about my feelings so I put em in my songs
You keep acting like we children
Why dont we handle it like we grown?
You text my phone, I call your phone
I called too much, you blocked my phone
You call me trippin, I block your phone
You block my Gram, I block your Gram
You hit my mans, he blocked your number
I hit your friend, she blocked my number
Baby girl got me running in circles
Last time I seen you, I was kinda nervous
I bust your ass all through the night
You made me waffles in the morning
That bed was soft and super comfy
I aint want you to get up off it
She said you think you a smooth talker
Getting that pussy, Im moonwalking
Babygirl bad, she too gorgeous
Need to get me bout two daughters
Your last nigga super broke, your last nigga super lame
Like on her face she tat my name
She now suck dick, my bitch gang gang
I know some times I put you off
I know some times I make you sick
You gon catch a lil attitude and say you wanna dip
Ima try to beg you not to go, but fuck it, here we go again
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