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intro:
you f-cking b-tch
pick up your f-cking flip phone

verse 01:
b-tch, where the f-ck was you tuesday? wit that dude you say
i wasn’t at work that day,b-tch, what’cha do? go with him an play?
you went there looking for me? boo, what a lame excuse anyway
keep playing me i’m gonna end up with another love song ok
you fake, c-ck sucking b-tch i never knew you was this way
f-cking love? it’s evol in it’s own ways
you try to flip this sh-t on me? if i gave you more love, you say
“okay, yeah and i’m woo-woo, ay?”
well, screwed you, and i’ll get back in them pants some day
oh, no – you say you already got a boyfriend – oohm touche
you were too sl-tty for me, thought i was the one you’ve been looking to be with?
but i ain’t
and i can’t see you when you make that wittle boo-hoo face
cause i’m gonna call up your phone, babe
leave you voicemails on your d-mn phone
you feeling sorry? too late
go f-ck someone else, you make me wanna go f-ck someone like i don’t even know they
here’s what i think of you, f-cking babe

hook:
my life would be so much better if you’d just drop dead
i was laying in bed last trying to figure out these thoughts going in my head
til i woke up in my bed, and this nightmare i’ve dreamed of had fled
i’m back on my f-ck hoes, with this hatred for brunettes
but sh-t? i hate all hoes the same, sweetie come on
excuse me hun, but i’m such a broad person, and your
not ready for this anger with all these love songs that are on
cause you don’t care for my lo-ve, i said lo-ve
now i’m ripping them in two parts, and threw up thinking about it
who do you think you a-are, miss?
guess it’s my time for me to get up from this pity party that i’m in
but i’ll never say the l-word again
i lo-lo-lo-lo… love you b-tch!
aaahhh, i hope you this song and go into a cardiac arrest
my life’d be so much better without you

verse 02:
think this love is evil, this b-tch lied when dating me
i’d hop on a freeway tryin to run some time by and just think
i’d be arrested by cops, they’d let me go cause i told em i’m only driving high, cause a b-tch drove me to the brink
i feel as if i don’t need hoes, with a whole new hatred for brunettes
but bias? i hate all b-tches the same, baby sing along
excuse me pun, but i don’t wanna be a playa i just f-ck a lot
but she channels every chain my neck holds when rhymin along
cause you woman broke my he-art, i say he-art
cause you tore it into two pa-arts, and threw it at my heart
who do you think you i-s, b-tch?
guess it’s time for me to wipe the pity from my face and go to that party
but i’ll never say the l-word again
i lo-lo-lo-lo…. love you
aaahhh, i hope you hear this f-ckin song and get heart cancer
my life’d be so better if you would just

hook:

bridge:
cause you told me, you loved me, ha, b-tch, that was a lie
now i never, wanted some b-tch, to cry, so bad in my f-cking life
but f-ck this, there’s other fish in the sea

verse 03:
and i’mma bite some kind of time being single sucks
for this night, b-tch you make me
0 to 100, sh-t, i must be the energy of
w-nksters ho, i got no oscar like my boy leonardo decaprio
i might hit the club, there are so much to pick
great for me, say suck it, kick some drinks back, get hammered and impale her
find b-tches tryin to get attached, but i’m tryin to latch onto the tail of
and hump her she’s askin me if she’s into a three-way
like she’s b-tching to get hit
yeah, i’m itching for a b-tch
but they ain’t nuntin but hoes and tricks, that’s what we call a hitter and a pitch
b-tch you complain when you sittin to me
she throws herself at me, that’s what i call pitchin a b-tch
all these girls is hitting on me on site
they got me hitting them up for a call, but my d-cks on strike
so all love sh-t is null and void, b-tch you a droid
i avoid cupid, stupid, he looks for me even when i try to avoid
oye-yoy-yoy, man oh man, ahoy-hoy-hoy getting sick of these girls-girls-girls, doink, doink, doink
you f-ckin clowns, all i hear is you’re f-cking mouth now
i got 99 problems and a b-tch ain’t one
my d-cks all 99 of em; i need a shrink ray gun
i need to chill the f-ck out, i hope you hear this song and you don’t adjust
have a chest attack and just
drop teary and ima tape a f-ckin p-rno after this
cause yes

hook:

outro:
you still listening b-tch, you know i love you

- b k p

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