Don' Tell Nobody[ on hold]

Don' Tell Nobody[ on hold]

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I just texted your phone bout thirty something times in a row . You ain't gotta lie cause its going on five and if you ain't in my ben then you laying with a ho . So fuck that love shit , ion feel none of that . Like i'm numb to the pain said i'm done with the game but i'm still here running back . Cause I already know your lingo , you flock to these hoes like your single . You know you really love pulling fast ones Cheat , come home and act dumb . Pussy nigga Pussy nigga Listen nigga , i see ya even when you ain't in sight . I just hold it in like its pitching time . I been holding back for a long while just hoping soon it'll turn around but , how can i word this ? You ain't been perfect tell me your working on it your phone looses service now I'm here thinking like " this nigga tweaking " You sorry , pathetic and far from authentic . You lier , you fronter . You just like them other niggas . As much as i hate you i still wanna date you , You better just hope i don't tell nobody .
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