Chorus (nature and woman)

W: I dont give a fuck about your girlfriends
N: I dont give a fuck about your man boo
W: I dont give a fuck about your friends
N: and your friends aint shit, and sometimes I cant understand you
N: I dont even know why you page me
W: I dont even know if I can trust you
N: yo, is you jumpin it off?
W: is you jumpin it off?
N: if not then keepin movin bitch, fuck you

Verse 1:
I got a whole lotta problems that I gotta resolve
Like 4 in the mornin I get anonymous calls
They let it ring once, they let it ring twice
Damm, it rang twelve times, chickens aint right
Cussin like a sailor, fuckin in trailors
Photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer
Shouldnt have did it boo, you shouldnt have did it boo
Now you forgettin exactly how many niggas you did it too
Cut you off, shits critical, gimme my space
I admit, I was the one that made the silly mistakes
The fifty state roamer
Had to throw the fake on her
Heavyweight, ringside seats in nates corner
Wait for her, it might take days
But back homes where the fight takes place
Punches and scratches
Headlocks and hatchets
Screamin at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin
Comin at ya, whats up with that shit?

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Verse 2:
Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse
Engagement, marriage, then divorce
Devellish acts, sinnin thoughts
Secrets bein spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk
I try to keep her close by, dont mind lettin go
Let her know who the fuck she wit
Like any man unless hes whipped
A messy script leads to domestic disputes
All your friends gettin caught in our beef cause they thought it was
Cute
Dressin in suits, I used to get you from work
Checked your feelings, even flipped on you first
Stripped down your purse
One night I found your phonebook
Hidin spots, look in all the places you thought I wont look
Never said shit, but dead shit immediate
Ripped out the numbers that I needed to rip
Heated quick, did what I had to do
Sat her down, she flipped it around, looked in my eyes and quickly
Caught this attitude.

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Verse 3:
Some nights you might talk in your sleep, pig latin
Drunk, the next mornin actin like I didnt happen
Should I cheat? give me reasonable doubt
Is the next man trickin on you? huh? is he eatin you out?
Youre poppin up with mysterious gifts
When I ask you just laugh, brushin off the seriousness
Theres nothin worse than a curious bitch
With some nosey friends
Six deep in a old bm
Pushin it to the limit
Ripped up seats with cushion in it
Change on the rug
She give brains to all the thugs
While she drives, somethin called dangerous love
Got a airbag on both sides, no lie
Doin shit the average hoes dont try
Wanna know why Ill never leave you?
Youre intelligent, young, and evil
The definition of a real bitch, somell g you
Come and see you like next!
Right after their ex.

Chorus till fade