Stepping how I should
I cut em off I’m still the main topic
I no longer step in places they be at
Some how I’m still the main topic
You said you don’t fuck with me
But watching everything I do
Fucking every nigga I fuck
Like that was doing something
He came back & told me only thing you was good for was head
You really taught you was doing something
Worrying bout me but getting pregnant by everybody
I thought you was off limits
It’s seem everybody can hit that got a bottle
You flashing that pussy
Like I was suppose to move or something
Dissing on me & can’t get in the field
Insane behavior
You willing to die behide a nigga that don’t even case for
You …I used to pray for you
Now I just want you to stay away from me
You did everything I did & still didn’t pass me
If they put us in a room together he still gonna choose me
Not even because I got a booty
But the way I love him
You wanted to cuffed em
I just wanted to fuck em
I got the bag
You got the baby
& that’s why she really mad
She tryed to be me & ended up pregnant
Silly rabbits
This shit not for everybody
You silly dog rat
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