Over My Dead Body (feat. Codyneedshelp)

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Why you always buggin'
Why you trying to leave
Why you trying to beef
Why you always judging
Always riding me
Always trying to be finding me up to somethin'
But then somethin' never comes
And then you're stuck looking hella dumb
Had a hope for change, but it never comes so
Nevermind, I put that shit above you
Recognize I do this 'cause I love you
I'll set aside my pride if it calms you
Sever ties? The f*ck you mean you want to
She wanna leave; I told that bitch over my dead body
And then when her friend intervene, I tell that little bitch get a hobby
Why you always gotta blame me
You see yourself and try to change me
Everyday it seem like the same thing
I try to stay G, but the pain stings
You know you treated me bad and we swept the shit under the mat, yeah
I try to leave shit in the past, but you know I'm not too good at that, yeah
I got my feet on the dash, and this shit is coming too fast, yeah
I know I'm fixin' to crash, I'm fixin' to crash, yeah
I know that I made a few mistakes
And you know that you had some shitty ways
Forget all the differences, it's okay
Five hoes all in my face
They wanna f*ck with the man now
Timing is right, but you late
They reaching, they all want a hand out
Bitches stay out of my way
I’m looking for only who stayed down
She wanna f*ck on my waist and taste the life that I live now
Hit my phone, but baby I’m not home, no
I’m on the road, the diamonds keep my wrist froze
My heart is cold, I wonder if you'd let go
She don’t know I’m never coming home, no
I am fine, just haven’t got enough yet
What you like; no panties and a sundress
We could drive, pull up there on sunset
Down to die, the perkys got my head stressed
The perkys got my head stressed
I’m depressed and alone, who could want this
Say I’m next, but I’m not, could never forget
All the times late at night I sat in silence
She wanna leave; I told that bitch over my dead body
And then when her friend intervene, I tell that little bitch get a hobby
Why you always gotta blame me
You see yourself and try to change me
Everyday it seem like the same thing
I try to stay G, but the pain stings
You know you treated me bad and we swept the shit under the mat, yeah
I try to leave shit in the past, but you know I'm not too good at that, yeah
I got my feet on the dash, and this shit is coming too fast, yeah
I know I'm fixin' to crash, I'm fixin' to crash, yeah

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