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(Baby, ooh, If I had the money, oh Would that make you love me? Oh Would that make you love me? Oh, oh) Ay Twix, you got a hit I hate how you act, react off emotion You went through my phone but don't know shit Playin' like you dumb, really on slow shit Quick to assume or go be on some hoe shit When you argue you throw shit, fuss, cry, causing commotion Out of proportion, you always gon' blow shit You fucked up my head but ain't stoppin' my motion Rather go post on the net with us up You think I don't know how to love, how? I feel like that shit is a drug I be deep in my mind, I be needing a hug You push me away, block, shove One minute we good, then the next I'm a dub She said that I'm different, I love like a thug We was never this bad when we met in the club I been callin' your phone, I stop, you declined me Can't kiss ass, you know where to find me I did what you did to me, first to remind me All the things that you did right behind me Like, damn, you really slimed me Wish that I knew this whole time you was grimy Believe all the rumors, that's how you define me But I thought that you knew me, that shit surprised me Felt your poor persona in your head like Madonna Your vibe was just faking, I fell for the bait I did shit for you, you was down on the dirt And you kept saying sorry, but it was too late Was facin' depression, was about to get sentenced I'm drinking this shordy just keep up my weight It didn't sit right that you beg for my trust And I showed so much love it turned into hate But let's get this straight, I don't got no hate On my shoulder, I hold a lot of weight Always remember that time on our date We was clickin' so good that we went out of state You always cared to make sure that I ate Would tell me to chill while you made me a plate Just one trait that we both can relate We always make sure that we good and we safe Gemini baby, she act like a Pisces Deep down inside always thought she ain't like me You said I'm delusional, I think that I might be I wasn't all that when I made you my wifey I was buying your love, that shit was pricey Shit hurt me inside, heart cold like a ICE-E Got hit in the genders, you know that you shiesty Be sayin' whatever, be talkin' real spicey Baby, ooh, If I had the money, oh Would that make you love me? Oh Would that make you love me? Oh, oh
Writer(s): 0, Michael Rowe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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