True Story ! ↓↓↓↓ Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo Bitch that's a fucking lie You always talk about how every man's fake And you can't take it and you want something real Shut up tramp, save it Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets And head to the club half-naked with your ass shaking Pulling a lowlife nigga who claim he cash making Til you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station One of them niggas got you pregnant and you can't raise it But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement You want Romeo, then act patient And stop fronting like he in the club posted in the back waitin' It's the club, where guys put on a new persona After they get loaded with a few coronas They always shouting and wild out with habits that very few condone of Then they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone 'em Then when they leave you, you cry and cry Talking 'bout, "Oh my god I can't find a guy I've spent so many years and I've tried and tried Why am I even on Earth? I should die" You want Romeo, you're not worthy You're cock-thirsty You're nasty and probably got herpes Sometimes the secret to find is to stop searching Try a new formula, cause your last one's not working
wann hast du sie (also die Person in die du verliebt bist) das letzte mal gesehen?
Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, ain't it Tip And each one thinks they the shit Shirt off my back, I wouldn’t give you the dirt off my handkerchief I’m givin' these hoes a dose of their own medicine Let em get a good taste of it I’m sure you got that relationship memo by now But in case you didn't I'mma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it So I pace this shit a little bit quicker That clock I'm racing it, double timing it But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time It may take you pricks to catch on While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong Man I still say K-Mart like there's an apostrophe 's' on it, dog And they say McDonald's isn’t a restaurant, well I guess I’m wrong But if you gon' tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs You can get the F on dawg
Now I don’t really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches knew as soon as they saw me It's never me they'll get the privilege to know I roll like a Desperado, Now I never know where I’m gonna go Still I ball like there’s no tomorrow Until it's over with that's all she wrote ♥