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Lasunnta Smith
Lasunnta Smith
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All about me
I ain't taking your shit no more
(In God cooking)
Feelings on the line again, hung myself out to try again
I blocked you, but I'm still hoping that you find a way to reply again
Told myself not to cry again, you got caught in a lie again
Shouldn't let you slide again, shouldn't let you in my life again
So, it's fuck me (fuck me), after all the shit that I put up with (up with)
With you (with you), fuck me (fuck me), now fuck you me (you)
'Cause after all the shit that I put up (up with)
And that bitches that I caught you up with (up with), I was still solid (solid)
So, if it's fuck me, is fuck you (you), fuck you (you)
Fuck you too (I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours)
If it's fuck me, fuck you (you), fuck you (you)
F you too (I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours)
I usually don't even exist to these ****
I'm at my witts end with these ****
I see a bitch in these ****
Don't wanna be friends, so, I just be dismissing these ****
See the truth is
You don't know what to do with a bitch that don't need you
'Cause your baby mama is a bird
With her mouth open waiting on you to feed her
Here goes the scissors, cut yourself off
Act like a kid, don't make me take my belt off
I'm bad and bougie, your bitch got left off
My **** gon' step, you don't Wanna step off
Truth is, you don't know what to do with a bitch that don't need you
'Cause them other bitches is some birds
With their mouth open waiting on you to feed them
So, it's fuck me, after all the shit that I put up with (up with)
With you (with you), fuck me (fuck me), now, fuck you (you)
'Cause after all the shit that I put up with (up with)
And the bitches that I caught you up with (up with)
I was still solid, so if it's fuck me (you), fuck you (you)
Fuck you too (I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours)
If it's for me, fuck you (you), fuck you (you)
F too (I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours)
So, if it's for me, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you too
(I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours)
If it's for me, fuck you (you), fuck you (you)
F you too (I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours)
Written by: Clayton Penrose-Whitmore, Lasunnta Smith
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