I just wanna break up by your shit Got your momma phone letter now that she reads a bitch The doubt don't click and thank you little fake ass friends Come around and act like they're my bros I see all little group tags right all I like to brag about your hoes You can tell you little I screenshot it all hard to take your pics Like one of the ***** to my man Make up see a boobs on the ground, little bitch I cannot stand it, run to the Jesus I make a little thing just master's tape from the best spot He won't turn me into left eye I don't want better image than a prophecy I had a feeling it turns into lie to me I'm out and back and everything's inside of me How do you put your own bitches alive? Heart is bleeding like it's bleeding out He's sleeping, he's sleeping, he's sleeping like a baby Everyone is right up at you now I went through your phone last night I went through your phone last night Saw some things I didn't like I went through your phone last night It's killing me, killing me, killing me All I can see is you and her in different scenarios Beyond the same, my stereo super-simple the beat I'm a make-up artist here yo it's a T spawn of bleach so every two you like here you go don't have a T look did you give it to her oh no no you really want half you right on the holes are you having bitches you didn't even if she went on bad a bit this is eating me can I make you with me I'm an even No, thank you. Blaming.