Hate You More Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1]
Now she thinks she know me
Problem is I know her too
Separation the solution
We both don't know what we do
Them hating bitches wasn't hatin
When I told you " bring 'em through "
Now they sneakin they email me
Calling, texting , pinging too
Stuck my dick in every city
But I always figured you
Stick around when I got hot
Cuz you was there when I was cool
And I was young ,dumb,full of cum
Greedy bitches pullin' some
Click and run, reputation foul than the hood I'm from
She thinks she working me
She must think I'm stupid
Ain't no jerkin' me
We dun kidnapped cupid
Fuck you gon take advantage of blue
I wrote the blueprint
Hanging out with my surrey
Beat that pussy up and roof it
No look pass , alley-oop it
They don't like me
They like that its bentley when I coupe it
With that in mind it's hard
To get blinded behind the music
Even if I had a heart
I work hard ain't no time to use it
And that there ain't exclusive