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Oh-oh-oh Ayy, you don't wanna fuck with a guy like me I'll tear you apart and break your heart Tell me why the fuck we gotta argue 'bout my side piece Dumb hoes don't play their part Okay, I guess I taint your thoughts Take out yo' keys and break yo' locks Bae, like, why you play a lot? And I need a ride or die by my side to take fatal shots And God, take this pain off of my eyes 'cause I done prayed a lot And you done left me out to dry, had to faint and rot If I could rewind all the time, I would break that Glock She claimed she had a man but we fucked on the low I'm tryna slide in that pocket like a pool stick pole I was ruthless though, but useless, know Tryna lick you down in your cuticles Do you see me now, since the moon is gone? If I treat you real bad, know you wouldn't like that Feelin' like a surgeon, givin' shots from the back Man, I just need somebody who gon' treat me like somebody Man, I just need somebody who say my name proudly Man, I just need somebody who gon' treat me like somebody Man, I just need somebody who say my name proudly Letras de canciones Ayy, you don't wanna fuck with a guy like me I'll tear you apart and break your heart Tell me why the fuck we gotta argue 'bout my side piece Dumb hoes don't play their part Okay, I guess I taint your thoughts Take out yo' keys and break yo' locks Bae, like, why you play a lot? And I need a ride or die by my side to take fatal shots And God, take this pain off of my eyes 'cause I done prayed a lot And you done left me out to dry, had to faint and rot If I could rewind all the time, I would break that Glock You don't wanna fuck with a guy like me I'll tear you apart and break your heart Tell me why the fuck we gotta argue 'bout my side piece Dumb hoes don't play their part Okay, I guess I taint your thoughts Take out yo' keys and break yo' locks Bae, like, why you play a lot? And I need a ride or die by my side to take fatal shots And God, take this pain off of my eyes 'cause I done prayed a lot And you done left me out to dry, had to faint and rot If I could rewind all the time, I would break that Glock From Letras Mania