17 Goin' On 30
4quan
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And them bitches that you hang around Fake as hell And that Louis bag i bought you that was fake as hell They keepin tabs on a nigga know they cant wait to tell You aint official girl you snake as hell Why you do me dirty Young rich nigga you aint deserve me I really cant believe I let you hurt me Why I even sweat you man I should of let you curve me I was 17 fucking bitches who was 30 Every time I turn around Its another nigga in yo face And you wonder why I never call you bae You played me like a dub I hit you up and ask about yo day But lately u aint got nothin to say And them bitches that you hang around Fake as hell Told her I think we should dead it she aint take it well You said I should quit the smoking 'cause you hate the smell But lookin back on it I really should of gave you hell Aint no other nigga bouta go through all the other shit I did Or do the shit i did I brought you in my crib I let you meet my kid You almost met my mama I dont let my mama meet wit nobody And you tellin me you love me but you really gotta show me Girls wanna judge me When they dont even know me She wanna f*ck me Aint she posed to be yo homie Dont ever treat a girl like she the only So Take yo funky ass attitude And yo mind games And yo hating ass friends trying to find ways Aint no respect thats why im comin at you sideways Too much bullshit up in our time frame And them bitches that you hang around Fake as hell That Louis bag i bought you that was fake as hell They keepin tabs on a nigga know they cant wait to tell You aint official girl you snake as hell Why you do me dirty Young rich nigga you aint deserve me I really cant believe I let you hurt me Why I even sweat you man I should of let you curve me I was 17 fuckin bitches who was 30 You a party girl Always in the club always goin up You was comin home Always drunk always throwin up Move around Can you slow it down I dont wanna rush I can tell you never wanted love I dont want no love from you Cant believe I fucked with you Like I was really stuck with you I was the one for you But you treated me like number two You treated me like number two And them bitches that you hang around Fake as hell And that Louis bag i bought you that was fake as hell They keepin tabs on a nigga know they cant wait to tell You aint official girl you snake as hell Why you do me dirty Young rich nigga you aint deserve me I really cant believe I let you hurt me Why I even sweat you man I should of let you curve me I was 17 fucking bitches who was 30 Yea Fake as hell Girl you snake as hell They cant wait to tell
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