I bought that bitch a sorry cake Caught her fucking with Drake Hot ass mean fake Put her in a fuckin oven Bake bake bake bake I told her that I need a break She told me that she was sorry It was a fuckin mistake Lately my heart has been cold Only thing I know it war If she sexy wats not to adore I cannot take it no more My heart is the source of the core She bagging, her knees on the floor Cry for me, wat for? You must be happy, its a score I'm tired of you, im tired of her, im tired of everything I'm tired of your friends, Jolly, Emma and Marilyn They make me sick to my stomach i need some medicine Im mad, head, i think i have an adrenaline Im a never seen, im a genuine Im to die for, im a gentleman Your dead to me, more like a skeleton So this is u now or am i imagining How do u fuck with him n i and keep it balancing I loved u top to bottom u were dazzling Looking into your brown eyes is damaging I've had it with you so keep vanishing I got diamond on my neck I keep mah life on track I keep my feelings in a sack Now she fuckin with jack U stabbed me twice in the back So I took u from a Shake So u can turn to a snake For ur love i forsake You really think that I'm bluffing Who gave u all that loving All that sexy touchin All that yummy back rubbing You nasty bitch, im not judging But your sick n your struggling All those niggars u were juggling Coming back to me n snuggling Your more than sick Your a nasty chick I kept your nails on flick I made you reall slick Now your a fuckin prick Your full of shit Your full of shit Bitch suck my dick I've had it with you I am so through I love you Loo Wat bitch i love you who? Being with you Is like a fucking zoo I've had it with you Now wat you gon do I bought that bitch a sorry cake Caught her fucking with Drake Hot ass mean fake Put her in a fuckin oven Bake bake bake bake I told her that I need a break She told me that she was sorry It was a fuckin mistake Lately my heart has been cold Only thing I know is war If she sexy wats not to adore I cannot take it no more My heart is the source of the core She begging, her knees on the floor Cry for me, wat for? You must be happy, its a score