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cj anfernee – ungrateful كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]:
b_tch we made it!
elizabeth notes be leaving me high like sativa
polly gray standards. red on the bottoms, you know i’m a diva
all my earrings and pearls and chains:
oxygen to the blood in my veins
you could choke on my acqua di parma
guarantee it’ll lessen your drama
my love language is direct deposits
even then, i’ll be raiding your pockets
i dress up my girls, they goddesses
my profile will tell you what modest is
your ring is a dud
i could get that sh_t from any plug
melted my ice, you would drown in the flood
i wish a b_tch would come take it in blood
as long as i got it, i spend it
beg all you want, it’s no lеnding
i’ll spit on your hand, you extend it
give a f_ck if you feeling offеnded
that’s my money!
see my children smile for me
any man could run miles for me, so none of you hoes can style on me
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[skit]:
put her in a mental institution for some time, for her to check herself and to come to her senses
that’s all i want
i doh want bad for her… but just for her to check her senses, put her in a mental institution
cuz we talk to her several times already
social services ended up taking the two children she has, because she was maltreating the children, hitting the children in their back and so….

[verse 2]:
swear to god, i’m f_cking tired
i’m tired of looking after your ass, now i’m tied
i’m tied up with raising my baby daughters all by my poor lonesome
if their father brings cash, you f_cking right i’ma loan some
and if he wants to f_ck, you f_cking right i’ma throw him some
you turn your nose up, but it’s my roof that you under
acting like your character is nothing but wholesome
always had an issue with him, and it begs me to wonder:
where the f_ck is your man? what the h_ll was your plan?
a strong independent woman who can barely even stand
three children by two men, and you made both of them ran
so is it my life or yours? i’m just trying to understand
why you think you got a say in how i raise my children?
the days that you abused me, you always found a reason
the scars in my memories, you called it discipline
caine went through it, now he’s not even a citizen
and i don’t even blame him. not one of us forgets
how controlling you could be with deprivations and threats
you a parasite feeding off my freedom and my energy
anybody who calls you out on your sh_t is your enemy
swear to god, i’m f_cking tired of you falling out with people because of your pride
could’ve had your own place, now you jumping from house to house
40 plus years of chances, now they laughing you, no doubts
huh, you can keep your prayer
if that was working for you, then better off you would fare
twist my words and tell the whole world you being punished
dying up your greys and wasting make up to be “youngish”
how you beg to sleep at my house, and then dictate how i live?
on how to be a mother? i’m sick of it. i can’t even breathe
not even on my porch i’m finding peace
the neighbors in their windows already calling police
all i knew was stay home and do nothing but your bidding
don’t you ever dare tell me don’t raise a hand on my children
don’t you ever tell me how to spend the money that i get
like mother, like daughter. you talk and then expect just because you gave us some rusty fridge and a table
you’d let your mouth fly with no consequence and be _n_l
i kicked you out my house before, i’m more than able
my plate full, yet i’m still feeding your ass
you should be grateful
[outro]
_sirens and commotion_

- cj anfernee

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