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Lyricist: Frankee
Lyrics:
No, oh Oh-oh No, no, no You know there are two sides to every story
See, I don't know why you cryin' like a bitch Talkin' shit like a snitch Why'd you write a song 'bout me? If you really didn't care, you wouldn't wanna share Tellin' everybody just how you feel
Fuck what I did, was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean jack Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back Fuck what I did, was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean jack Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back
You thought you could really make me moan I had better sex all alone (Ha, ha, ha, ha) I had to, to do your friend Now you want me to come back You must be smokin' crack I'm goin' else where and that's a fact
Fuck all those nights, I moaned real loud Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud? Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back Well, guess what yo, your sex was wack Fuck all those nights, I moaned real loud Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud? Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back Well, guess what yo, your sex was wack
Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah
You questioned, 'Did I care?' Maybe I would have if you woulda gone down there Now it's, over But I do admit I'm glad, I didn't catch your crabs I can't sweat that 'cause I got to go
Fuck what I did, was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean jack Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back
Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah
You made me do this
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