Son Cry

I can't see em coming down my eyes I gotta make her son cry Gotta make her son cry I can't see 'em coming down my eyes I gotta It's cool even though you pulled a bitch move Throwing temper tantrums making post like a bitch do If I was you shiddd I prolly be sick too shouldn't never played like that I know you thinking bout the times I always came right back You was hoeing dick don't even hang like that that Expected me to stick around how insane is that Matter a fact don't even claim my cat It all started back when he seen me out in the summer Ass poking couldn't help to ask for my number Pussy leaking let 'em lay the pipe like a plumber Hit it raw I ain't think we need a rubber Now you feeling stupid fuck Cupid Huh Ain't that's what you tweeting bout I pulled the you what's so wrong why we beefing now Now yo chest hurt cause nigga put his hands on it Said you the man you stand on it When a nigga start to miss me he gone need to grieve forever Why you want my pussy thought that she could get it wetter Thought that we could be forever but I'm out of yo league You was sleeping on me now you wish it all was a dream You far from a king you a pesent Said you want me back it's a wrap like a present Now you got the feeling that I had it ain't pleasant Imma give yo ass hell cause you couldn't handle heaven I can't see em coming down my eyes I gotta make her son cry Gotta make her son cry I can't see 'em coming down my eyes I gotta