[Intro: Taylour Paige & Kendrick Lamar]
Agh, fucking hate you!
I swear I'm not gon' live like this
On my momma, I swear to God
Bitch always on some bullshit
For real
You ain't shit
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige]
I swear, I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass bitches (Get the fuck out)
Unstable-ass, confrontational-ass dumb bitches
Wanna bring a nigga down (Stay with me), even when I'm tryna do right
We can go our separate ways right now, you could move on with your life, bitch
Fuck you, nigga, you love a pity party, I won't show up
Always act like your shit don't stink, motherfucker, grow up
Forever late for shit, won't buy shit, sit around and deny shit
Fuck around on a side bitch, then come fuckin' up my shit
Fuckin' up yo' shit? Bitch, you must be bleedin' and some more shit
Ooh, hot shit, I hate you
Bitch, I don't owе shit, fuck yo' feelings, you on some ho shit
See, I don't know why you like playin' mind games with mе
Bitch, I ain't slow nor ditsy, I know when you bein' distant
I know when you fake busy, get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology
You bitch, you trippin', who got you that Rollie chain?
And who put that car in my name?
What you think? I'ma kiss yo' ass or somethin'?
Nah, nigga, you fuckin' lame
Agh, fucking hate you!
I swear I'm not gon' live like this
On my momma, I swear to God
Bitch always on some bullshit
For real
You ain't shit
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige]
I swear, I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass bitches (Get the fuck out)
Unstable-ass, confrontational-ass dumb bitches
Wanna bring a nigga down (Stay with me), even when I'm tryna do right
We can go our separate ways right now, you could move on with your life, bitch
Fuck you, nigga, you love a pity party, I won't show up
Always act like your shit don't stink, motherfucker, grow up
Forever late for shit, won't buy shit, sit around and deny shit
Fuck around on a side bitch, then come fuckin' up my shit
Fuckin' up yo' shit? Bitch, you must be bleedin' and some more shit
Ooh, hot shit, I hate you
Bitch, I don't owе shit, fuck yo' feelings, you on some ho shit
See, I don't know why you like playin' mind games with mе
Bitch, I ain't slow nor ditsy, I know when you bein' distant
I know when you fake busy, get out yo' feelings and miss me with that reverse psychology
You bitch, you trippin', who got you that Rollie chain?
And who put that car in my name?
What you think? I'ma kiss yo' ass or somethin'?
Nah, nigga, you fuckin' lame
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