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IP:
what we need to do is CHANGE this topic....
so ya gonna cut my post in half, huh?
fuck it, Change:
Who got ya that Gucci, you bought ya that loui?
Who sent ya flowers on days you was moody?
I see the irony behind ya smile, girl you confuse me.
Leave that dude he…tells his boys ya strictly booty.
Ma, ya time consuming, from the bedroom to Jacuzzi.
I took ya on vacation, when you asked to see a movie.
He thinks ya just soft lips & boobies, which proves he
Don’t know the difference ‘tween lovers & groupies.
Has you cook & clean daily, like it was I love lucy.
Honey truly, ya need to justify the situation like judge judy.
Grab ya uzzi & automatically assume he’s…cheating.
Every day now, I lay down & overlook the issue.
Wonder what ya thinking & if hes ever hits you.
Then about his crib & all the diamonds he gets you.
Got so much ice at home, its like ya live in an igloo.
Go on to think bout how much I miss you & if its real love?
My mind’s spinnin like his rims do, so I conceal my grudge.
Sent ya letters, asking if the shit ya put through convicts you.
Responded once, sayin ya just want passionate lips to kiss you.
& I send ya gifts to…reminding you, its time for change.
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quote your own damn lyrics...
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