Please don't go crazy, if I tell you the truth, No you don't know what happened, and you never, will, If you don't listen to me while I talk to the wall, This blanket is freezing, its been out in the hall, Where you fight me for hours, 'til I'm sure what

IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress Fuck that shit, you know I need the sex A lot of niggas in the game but I can not vouch for 'em Niggas ball, but is he ballin' for you? He your ex, I'm your ex too Shawty I never could talk shit you know I

Keep you on my arm girl, you’d never be alone I can be a gentleman, anything you want If I was your boyfriend, I’d never let you go, I’d never let you go I’d like to be everything you want Hey girl, let me talk to you If I was your boyfriend, I'd never

She's a complicated lady, so color my baby moody blue, Oh, Moody blue Tell me am I gettin' through I keep hangin' on Try to learn the song But I never do Oh, Moody blue, Tell me who I'm talkin' to You're like the night and day

We are never ever, ever getting back together But oh, this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me But we are never ever, ever, ever getting back together We! Are never ever, ever getting back

Learn how to watch your mouth Never leave, never leave, never leave you disappointed Attitude all mad when you talk Let me look at that ass when you walk away All that shit talkin' too often I know just how you act when you want it I know just how you

Girl, I don't wanna talk too much I just wanna see your naked truth I wanna call you up sometimes Whenever you cross my mind I know you remember when we used to be more than friends I know that was way back when But can we fuck again? Ain't no secret,

Mama always told me, papa always warned me Don’t hang around with boys like you Teacher always told me never to be naughty Don’t mess around with boys like you They talk a lot Your friends say he’s troublesome “Don’t do it, you’ll get hurt” But, they

I got things to, say I gotta (say) talk to you Too much to talk about Come clean to you Touch down, shawty, I just touched down Guess I gotta start a hunt down You still givin' me the run around (oh no) Hit me with the addy and I'm comin' now

White crime Yeah, we ‘bout that Do a lot of dirt, never doubt that Lot of rap twerps, love to shout crap Love to make their mouth flat When it come to burd, no, we spout facts You 'gon learn what i’m 'bout, breh Lot of rappers talking that shit, not