truth.
a flexible concept.
you could be deceitful or sugar coat a little bit.
i knew this female.
couldn't even stick with it.
story ever-changing.
metamorphosis.
i'd call her on the tele.
she was always telling me i was her only and her heart was melting.
little did i know, behind my back she's selling same story, same words.
my heart sunk to my belly.
so i dropped the ho like a slippery dish.
now she claim her heart is broken.
but if it was than she'd be dead.
i'm not saying that i'd do it, but i kinda want her dead.
try to push her to the limit, bringing strange into my bed.
she pushed me to the limit, playing games inside my head.
lying through her teeth.
in her mouth, that makes me sick.
who's lips has she been kissing?
or other parts instead, then she coming back to me, breath smelling like a dick.
now she smelling like she dead.
beretta, bullet combo: name carved in.
cause a bitch like you ain't got a clue.
and a dude like me ain't fuckin' with you.
and a bitch like you ain't got a clue.
and a dude like me gotta gun to shoot.
if i could get away with it she'd be sinking in the bottom of a river in a can.
pushing daisies out the ground.
buried on my land.
if you sayin i got bad blood, you'd probably be the man, at guessing..
i guess.
you probably been her man. wouldn't surprise me a bit.
she been around the land.
passin out the handy. passin out her hand.
she screw you, take your nut, and pass out in your bed, wake up in the morning, text her next victim.
and if you in a band, she all about you, man.
she just want a quick stick so she can say that's where she's been.
sickly bitch taking any dick that she can get.
then she runnin back to me, trying to hold my hand.
trying to hold my hand like we an item.
cause a bitch like you ain't got a clue.
and a dude like me ain't fuckin' with you.
and a bitch like you ain't got a clue.
and a dude like me ain't got nothin to lose.
i catch her in her lies. every single time.
over analyze.
cause now i realize everybody got a truth in they own eyes.
you fool yourself first before you foolin all these guys.
so imma compromise.
leave you to your lies.
lyin on your back.
dick between your thighs.
and it is only right if i'm saying that it's right, droppin bitches.
making bills.
while you fill your holes at night.
you'll be such a delight for any dude who wants a right now girl,
used up and loosened up girl, fetish for your cum girl.
getting banged from both sides.
i really hope you die.
cause a bitch like you ain't got a clue.
and a dude like me ain't fuckin' with you.
and a bitch like you ain't got a clue.
and a dude like me gotta gun to shoot.
you're so fine.
you're so fond of denying and lying about your past like it don't make you who you are.
you got yours.
i got mine.
it'll never die.
so why lie to me about how much a slut you was your whole life?
so now i'm getting sick thinking about this whole filthy situation you placed me in.
we could have been in love girl.
we could have been the proof that love ain't dead, like you.
shame you couldn't tell the truth.
we're through,
cause a bitch like you ain't got a clue.
and a dude like me ain't fuckin' with you.
and a bitch like you ain't got a clue.
and a dude like ain't got nothin to lose.
a bitch like you ain't got a clue.
and a dude like me ain't fuckin' with you.
and a bitch like you ain't got a clue.
and a dude like me gotta gun to shoot.