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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 fuck your bitch (What? Huh? What? Huh?) I'll fuck your bitch (Oh! What?) Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich (What? She thinks I'm what?) I'll fuck your bitch, uh I'll fuck your bitch, uh I'll fuck your– See, I didn't want to take it there But you did me dirty for the last time Got your chick sweatin' like halftime, oh yeah Letras de cancionesAnd I got it all planned out I'ma do it different than the norm Took a little drive to enterprise and signed the rental form Porsche same color as cappuccino Don't ask where I got this watch 'Cause none of this you know, it's still a roley But I got this shit at a thrift shop I'ma take you out to dinner with a credit card And then look her right in her eyes And basically now at that point I think you realize I'll fuck your bitch (What? Huh? What? Huh?) I'll fuck your bitch (Oh! What?) Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich (What? She thinks I'm what?) I'm not I'll fuck your bitch, uh (Haha) I'll fuck your bitch, uh (What?) I'll fuck your bitch (Ooh, huh? What?) I'll fuck your bitch (Oh-ho, no) Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich (What? Ayy, ayy) I'll fuck your bitch (Yeah, yeah) I'll fuck your bitch I'll fuck your– I'll fuck your bitch if you try to fuck me over You thought that your heart was cold, but mine's colder Time for war and I'm a mighty soldier And my rhymes are like bullets from my mind, I'ma unload Holes in my enemies, peg ya from the head to the floor Got em' lookin' like a board if you connect four I'll make sure that your whore will mourn your dead corpse Before she goes, "I'm not forced" Time to get illy again, I'll kill a million men Before I let a motherfucker break me down from within I'll turn your grin into a frown and my frown into a grin Got you crying like a kid, begging me to forgive Until I smash in action your head in this pussy to your dick Toss you down into a ditch, I'm finna run-up on a tent And tell your bitch I won't pretend and cope for her as a friend Invite her up to my crib and then we in, I'll fuck your bitch (What? Huh? What? Huh?) I'll fuck your bitch (Oh! What?) Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich (What? She thinks I'm what?) I'm not I'll fuck your bitch, uh (Haha) I'll fuck your bitch, uh I'll fuck your bitch (Ooh, huh? What? Huh?) I'll fuck your bitch (Oh! What?) Ah, ah, ah, she thinks I'm rich (What? She thinks I'm what?) I'll fuck your bitch, uh I'll fuck your– From Letras Mania