Now dat U left out dat door
U couldn't of thought dat U could ask 4 more
Going around making these girls ya whores
When U come back 2 get ya clothes
They will be outside on da lawn
I wonder how would U feel if I gunned U down 2 da florr
Dat wouldn't turn U on
I'm gonna carry my guns
I'm still number one
I feel better dat U r gone
cuz what u did 2 me was wrong
But I'mma still carry on and be strong
U never really hold my hand
I guess I was a nightstand
I thought U was a man
dat would understand
I hate U with a passion
U need a fashion tip
Walking around thinking U was da shit
With ya diseased dick
Thinkin dat was a love stick
U make me so fuckin sick
U gonna realize dat I have nuttin but hate 4 U
So I fuckin HATE U!!!!!

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Mama Da PYT