But you ain't shit to this bitch
You can easily be replaced
Name and number erased
Because I don't have time for the games that you play
I already don't believe half the shit that you say
I feel it's all catered to me
Which is the way it's supppse to be
But not when you're omitting the facts
Nigga I don't have time for that
Don't treat me like I'm one of your groupies
Because the only person I'm in love with is me
You can be here today and gone tomorrow
And I guarantee my life won't be filled with sorrow
You got these hoes sprung off of your dick
Well I'm not amused by that little shit
To make me wetter
You gotta come with something better
Try putting your face between my legs
Keep it there all day giving me head
Still I wouldn't miss you
You pissed me off for the last time so I'm through
Consider yourself dismissed
But definitely not missed
This work by Yanee Brinks is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
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